Gardener, I thought of you as she talked to me b/c whoever is behind those cold, dead eyes is not the woman I fell in love with and to whom I promised my life.
Ah, yes, when the eyes go cold and dead. Or, as I had started to say this summer, "She of the cold, dead eyes and disdainful look."
Doesn't matter, now. No more STBXW Or my more recent TGSTBXW.
XW.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
