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About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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My friend Jamie and I were talking this morning, plundering why in the world my ex's wife continues to spend all her time reading/studying me and then making rude comments. It seems to me that Jamie came up with the answer. She said, "she's just mad because you're free, you got away from him, and now she's stuck with him". Made sense. Yet, it is still sad that a person who is that miserable can't do anything about it. I know because I use to be that person. Maybe she'll figure it out.
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