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[getthelunches]

in two years
(two years, at least)
what can change?

the leaf shadows are burned into the ground
who knows when we'll see beauty like this again?
my safest place
I'm afraid to go, for fear it's been destroyed
the gale winds blowing
and I'm blown away

my thursday mornings lack passion

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[anonymous]

everything can change, angel. or nothing

[getthelunches]

Marshmallow!
I miss you, too. I miss waiting for the alarm and my perfectly intuitive assisstant and I miss kitchen dance lessons and slow walks and I have a million pillows on your part of the couch, but they don't play with my hair, so it's just not the same. And the nickname game, of course.
It's so good to hear from you, Boo Boo. I was being pathetic when I wrote this entry, but I'm glad you saw it. I'm better now. Wednesday nights/Thursday mornings are a little rough still.
The storm was pretty crazy, but personally things are pretty much back to normal. I'm nervous about our spot and about all the trees, really. Students for Peace is getting a lot more environmental, and I like that a lot.
I'm keeping our promise, too, but you should check in when you can, because it's nice to know you're alive and well. I know you're busy. I'm really proud of you, Boo Boo.
I won't break our promise and I won't change my mind. But you know that.
-RCC

[anonymous]

if you could have seen the look on your face...'did you call me cupcake before?' and then somehow that turned into flopsie and boo boo, which turned into sitting in front of bookshelves having full-out battles.

Im really glad youre doing well. I wont be able to get online again before we leave, but I'll try to keep you updated.
stay warm, stay safe, stay happy, stay honest and stay beautiful.
as if you could help it.

a very large portion if not
all my love, BPC