1.25.06
The last time I remember sitting in this particular spot was a year ago in the midst of a soggy winter -- watching the bottoms
of winter storm clouds rolling down the canyon, snagging on rocky peaks. Thinking of something I had written a few days before,
something I wrote not to share, instead just wanting it out of my head:
poverty
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thanks for the memory.
(have the new username to allow commenting only. i'm not LJing anymore, although i peek in on slank regularly. so pleased to see that you've come back to the flock. i do so love your evocative writing. please keep it up. i'll add you to my drive-by route. ^_^)
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It is a lovely one indeed.
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