3/11/08
Living Yesterday
And there they were. Small fragments of my past tied together loosely from the perspective of the girl behind the camera. Our lives were only gently woven together, but still I could see our design show. I saw L.T.'s bright, yellow wool. She was not afraid to be seen in the camera, even if she isn't often photographed. When she was, she would be dancing, posing, always smiling warmly. I saw Kent's vibrant, white and black threads twisted together. He was always attempting to lighten the mood around her... his girl friend. I saw Jill's fading, green silk hair. It was hanging loosely within the pattern, ready to be pulled out. With one pull it would be broken. I saw Dylan's desperate, red nylon. It was trying to force itself both in and out of the pattern, causing it to stretch and shudder with tension, but only a pair of scissors could break it. I saw D.J.'s plain, solid blue strings roped together. It's completeness influenced the colors around it and made itself stand out amongst the rest. And I also saw my piece of the pattern too... although describing it is beyond my capabilities. I'll leave that to the experts.
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