i want to cover my skin with fallen leaves, their vibrancy and thinness, their bitter ink. i have never before been so heartbroken by the trees. how little i have noticed them, until at last i realize that i am not attentive enough for the brevity of their splendor nor intimate enough for the pale, leafless bodies they unclothe. let us, then,
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love,
your girl
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ofcourse, remembering is difficult in its own way. hence, i begin planning to kidnap you and your husband. you may be a bit bored here for now, but you'll both love it in kiev. :)
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-Max
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-Max
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I did notice though that your livejournal friends circle became tighter and I was not amounst those that survived. But I will have to seek you out again once I return to lj more frequently.
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obviously, though, neither am i. :)
you're always welcome to stop by and read whenever you're in this neighborhood of the 'net. :)
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