Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

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Location: Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada

Sunday, September 18, 2005

In the Employees’ Lounge—A mini-saga

“Sorry, I’m such a klutz,” she apologized, as she accidentally poured hot coffee down the handsome fellow’s pants, the one from marketing whom she had been trying to impress for weeks. “Wow!” he answered, feeling as though heaven had suddenly delivered an angel for a soulmate, answering his sado-masochistic want-ad.


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