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reclamation project

my friend J and i were chatting (i hate that word) online because it’s just so much easier and free flowing than the phone. actually IM/chat/texting is probably where i am at my best. i’m much sharper, quick-witted, fleet-footed, devil-may-care, … Continue reading

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mid-passage

last night i found myself wondering what you might be doing on a Saturday night. And with each moment of wondering, it hit me that i can’t wonder that way about you anymore because you are gone. really gone. and … Continue reading

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