The look on my face, (as your hand touched it) would have been priceless, if it had been lit with the glow of my fishtank.
But instead we were darkness, we were blue hills, and so silent. But without our senses, we became more real. I realised the moon is a globe. And we are like that: we're not cut-out dolls, not anymore. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
