This Summer. A list.

[katherinekeil]

I love lists.  I have always loved lists.  In the notebooks lovingly stored in the Alligator Suitcase there are poems, there is prose, there are memories, but there are also lists.  Sometimes I love the lists best.  Places I was meant to be on a given date and time.  Things I needed from the store.  Mundane things that in their own way reveal

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[kimith]

This list makes me so insanely happy and proud of you. As a list maker myself, I find Facebook therapeutic. The small status updates seem like a running talley of my life.

I also keep it all in this journal, where i can go back and reflect on things, zoomed in as it was.

And I love you. Dearly.