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pygmalion
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06.29.10 / 9:41 pm
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i touched her and made life out of nothing; like pygmalion, i drew the lines and gave them perfect shape. now, we wake up in the morning, make our breakfast and go back to bed, to reread newspapers and books that we've already read. we live close to the ocean, open the windows and listen to the surf. our life is disciplined, strong like the boughs of the gnarled oak tree, slow and steady like the southern breeze. and when it rains, i always light a fire so we can watch the crackling wood as we settle in for the night, no lamps or bulbs, just stars and natural light.
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