this looked much longer when it was handwritten:

Oct 23, 2006 20:59

    You start like this:
    Standing on a 4'x6' balcony at the death of fall. Long fingered hands, cold and trembling, trying to hold still your half-lit cigarette. The smoke makes shadows on the night, and you see ribcages hanging off the trees in the twilight. Wind rattles the venetian blinds on your roomate's window, and you startle and jump, ( Read more... )

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aftenlandet October 24 2006, 01:51:22 UTC
You are brilliant.

It may be that next year I transfer to a college either in NYC or Vermont. We should meet up so I can hear your voice. You should read to me.

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eleganteria October 24 2006, 03:28:48 UTC
[Not so much.]

We should. I would like that quite a bit.

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merle_shaconage October 24 2006, 21:34:44 UTC
That made me smile. With a touch of meloncholy. It makes me wish I had something lovely to offer to Carina.

I've never apreciated how lovely your voice is. Or even realized. Only when you sing. But it is always soothing. Like the walking under yellow leaves and wet tree limbs, and fluid clouds...

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rayuela_de_maga October 25 2006, 05:20:10 UTC
nice to run into this at midnight, after finally finishing work. It's beautiful, and sad.
Love you much.

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