note to self

Sep 11, 2009 22:04

as I said goodbye to Ben, there was a high pitched trill going on..too smoothly continuous to be crickets, but I assumed it was at first, and oddly enough, I found it almost as comforting as rain. It felt like home instead of loneliness or empty-chest-music.

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kama_of_the_roo September 16 2009, 03:01:58 UTC
Happy birthday Em.

<3

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