...I tighten my eyes and feel the stress...

[eleganteria]

I.
i will give you seagull feathers & leave you without seesaw lullabies because
i can't really sing.
[i will leave you with love letters curled into flute cases.]

II.
you should have known that when you met me;
"i am neither fickle nor faithful"
yet you persisted.

i can't really blame you.
we were so young.
we were so young.and while the

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[shadowripples]

My list: dentist, orthodontist and, um, "physician?" It's more inertia and deeprooted dread of medical interrogations than anything serious. Although the last one could lead to something. (She gave me one month at my last appointment to think about things without parental pressure. It's been fun, but it's nearly over.)

Existential longings are more difficult to explain on LiveJournal. But I'm taking Later English Lit, and to quote Mr. Hackman, "there is an ancient idea that we as humanity have lost something." Come back. There's dead and eternal snow everywhere, though. There are heaps by the driveway taller than my youngest brother. There won't be crocuses any time soon. We're still getting over the ruin of snowdays.

Your letter came yesterday. Reply to follow, with more ramblings on #3. You were thinking of Scotland, eh? Instead of Sante Fe?

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