Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
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Last night I re-read your e-mail (which I have done from time to time since you sent it to me). I will reply someday.
Nothing you say has ever gone unheard.
I want to ask you things! Like...
Are you still in India?
And...
Are you still making art?
But I suppose these are better suited for a private correspondence. So I will just have to write back again soon. I'm too curious to hold off too much longer.
Also, it's wonderful to be welcomed back on here--thank you.
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i tried calling a few times
i didnt forget your birthday
you just cant be reached :(
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I can be such a terrible friend at times, can't I?
You should just come visit; you know I'm much better at it in person :)
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Your silence crosses my mind from time to time. I even thought you might be uspet once. But you're just like that aren't you?
Just tell me you're alive and ok, that's all I need.
I miss you beaucoup.
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I do miss you and love you and wish you were still here near me.
We must plan to gather more often!
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It made me happy to hear from you, especially since these days aren't easy.
We will plan something I'm sure.
Love,
Anna
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I love you for being difficult when you are, and for being beautiful when you are, and for being ignorant when you are, and for being everything you might deem as good or bad at any given moment :)
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