May 20, 2008
via artfiles.art.com The only men I may have ever loved have taken walks with me. Hand-in-hand for miles down the beach, arm-in-arm around town in coats and gloves and cheeks cherry from the cold, exhilarated or calmly content, with nowhere to be and all the time in the world to get there, completely at peace. It is during those walks, and only rarely at other times, that I am living utterly in that moment. Nothing else exists but that perfect happiness. 

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The only men I may have ever loved have taken walks with me. Hand-in-hand for miles down the beach, arm-in-arm around town in coats and gloves and cheeks cherry from the cold, exhilarated or calmly content, with nowhere to be and all the time in the world to get there, completely at peace. It is during those walks, and only rarely at other times, that I am living utterly in that moment. Nothing else exists but that perfect happiness.