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[hakbisanzio]

There are days like yesterday. When memory comes back in its irrelevant details and still makes my day beautiful.

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[terresapart]

my memory often returns to you fede, my friend of the now-wasteland livejournal, magus, genius, fading companion of spirit and mind, and if you count the wine we toasted and drank in absentia, or the coffee you once bought for me, and one pair of lips we have both kissed, of body also. I think of your words at strange times, watching the apartment on television, walking up and down in china, and they are like legends, written on the cavern walls of my memory. I miss you