I went to Cinemateket with Ihra Lill today, we saw Dead Poets Societey. I haven't seen it in years.
I thought: Don't do it don't do it, but he did. And afterwards when they were standing by the winter lake I thought he was going to scream, but all he said was: it's beautiful. And it was.
On my way home I wrote a note to someone and put it in what I hope was the right window. I felt brave then, I did.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
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