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simulacrum of life

Sunday, May 20, 2007

6 months ago

at a shelter in east coast park. barely 50 metres from the national sailing centre. the wind blowing strongly. the forces of nature seemed to be really active. you asked me to ask you again. i did. you agreed. we hugged. the overcast sky burst open and it poured. we sat down on the bench and got drenched by the downpour that was coming in almost horizontally. we huddled together and it we thought to ourselves that just maybe, we were being blessed by the heavens. i love you ma.

thus spake satchithananda at 8:08 pm

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