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[ Monday, July 26, 2004 ]

Photograph by David Campbell.

 

Dave. Dave is a webdesigner, a daydreamer, a visionary, a drummer, a slacker. He takes photographs of sunflowers, of gritty blue paint, purple thistles, queen anne's lace. He kisses my shoulder, touches my face, tells me I am beautiful. Makes me believe that I am beautiful. Dave lines tea light candles along the edge of his book shelf, kitchen counter, coffee table. He picks wild flowers and offers them to me.

Dave is tender in a way that I'm not accustomed to. His tenderness is genuine & sincere & makes me take his face in my hands, trace the line of his cheekbone. Dave makes me feel comfortable, comfortable enough to be every version of myself. I have not always been comfortable being anything but one version.

I've kept Dave a secret for a while. Mentioning him without mentioning him. But I thought you should know about him. And the way he makes me feel.


Much love.

~ Rebecca 8:51 PM [+]

Not just a picture of dirt. Not just a picture of weeds.
A field of dreams, a field of hope, a field of friendship, a field of love.
A purple thistle, a lovely petal, a wonderful smell, a blooming flower.
Become the picture, plant the seed and let it grow.
Not a terriable ending, a new beginning......much love

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