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Well it's the third day of my husband and myself not being able to talk to each other. I've been holding up pretty well. I've been distracting myself with a bunch of crap.

-tid bit of a story thingy....-

She sat alone on a hill top staring off into space. Below her a stream talked in it's soft comforting tones and the wind blew enough to make the trees in the forest near her whisper to each other. A small white cloud covered the sun just enough to where it wouldn't burn anyone.

The grass tickled her toes everytime the wind spoke outloud and her hair ruffled along with it, creating a talk between the two. A dandilion held onto the ground for dear life as a large gust of wind yelled at the earth. It then tickled her nose and cheeks.

Her eyes were shut and she was in sheer bliss from earth's talking. She was away from the darkness and the pain. She lied down in the grass and felt the warmth of the sun; knowing the small cloud had moved on. Her fingers toyed with the grass and her toes wiggled around....soon sleep wanted to talk with her too.

-well that's all of that-