Dreams but not birds

Dec 10, 2006 23:18

What an uncomfortable night. I waited with the familiar feeling that I didn't belong there. Ten more minutes, and I would be shuffled out of his dorm, out of his life--again. Like her, I was dressed in my best clothes. We girls are so transparent. Why had I come? I have to admit, I had been feeling rather giddy. I don't feel the way I used to, and ( Read more... )

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antometrios December 11 2006, 05:44:03 UTC
I'm a fan of your writing.

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Thanks! bubblyhampster December 11 2006, 23:01:48 UTC
Really? I feel like it sounds all the same nowadays, probably because I am not reading much other than stuff I have written. My goal for vacation is to read a bunch of Nabokov stories. I started last night. He is brilliant. Even though English is his fifth language.

But speaking of being a fan of each other's writing, I think I am going to go look for that poem you wrote several years ago...

p.s. thanks.

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Re: Thanks! seventytimes__7 December 12 2006, 19:39:22 UTC
I am too. I'm also a fan of your mad hostessing skillz.

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