a pine cone
2004-05-23 ~ 4:30 a.m.

we were just thirteen, you know. hester and i, when that happened.

we were kids.

the short of it. ten of us went swimming...and david drowned. fifteen years ago.

and everyone lost something in that place. something more than david, as if he wasn't enough.

death does that. steals little pieces of you.

and all i have to counter that with is a fifteen year old pine cone.

maybe this year i will learn to forgive myself.

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