Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
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Just sitting around here, waiting for another giveaway and some of your cuteness.
Also, getting gel medium all over my jeans. Does it wash out?
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