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Dec 14, 2008 22:48

WHO

My mother in faded pink, my favorite, my small sleepy head on the rhythm of her worn cotton. My sister who looks at me when I am born and says I could never be ugly. Sheila my second grade teacher who matches Reebok high-tops to her outfit each day. My bus aide Miss Betty who gives us candy that  tastes like soap. A man with frighteningly ( Read more... )

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of_providence December 15 2008, 05:35:04 UTC
you just did it. and i hope you know that i mean the big it--the capitalized, bolded, giant life-altering, i can't even begin to comprehend how much i felt that--it.

uh.

chrissy.

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aholibama December 15 2008, 07:43:52 UTC
this is on FIRE! especially momentum-wise, especially how feeding into why. please write always.

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