Friday, June 10, 2005

95. Flashlight

But the more I tried not to think about it, the more it followed me around. Like a flashlight over my shoulder, the new idea illuminated everywhere I walked, everything I did. I tried to concentrate on meeting people but could only smile and marvel at the greener grass and brighter sky, as if a big window between me and the world had been washed for the first time in years.

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