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Virginia is for Lovers. Vince and I are moving into a place in our committment and love for one another that makes the weekends not enough. Over time, up until July 1, Vince’s stretch of beach will be gently awash with a tide of my meagar belongings as I move in with him. I’ll recollect them like shells, disgaurding the ones I should let go or simply won’t fit in my bucket. I love Vince. I love the kitties. I love the garden.<\/p>\n
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\nChristian Grantham is an excellent writer<\/a>. I hate him for it. He also does some really fabulous web pages. I obsess over my broken pages and I hate him more. He is adorable–both physically and socially–and he has sweet Vince for a boyfriend (who is, by the way, one hell of a hotty also). \n<\/p>\n \nI’m going to kill myself. \n<\/p>\n \nBut… there is love. Wherever love is, there am I also. And you… wherever you go, there is my love. Let us tink the glass, and make the happy couple kiss. Too soon, too soon. Always, summer ends too soon. \n<\/p>\n \nGet me another martini. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" walk with me Virginia is for Lovers. Vince and I are moving into a place in our committment and love for one another that makes the weekends not enough. Over time, up until July 1, Vince’s stretch of beach will … Continue reading