god, i was there, holding my breath, from the beginning, watching yr feet curl inward toward each other as you grew cold or uncomfortable, it was all so real and the ending shocked me. you are a good writer.
Gorgeous as always-- but what really makes it for me is the ending.
I'm always intrigued by the partiality of your public sharings-- unabashedly open in apparently crucial ways, but entirely veiled elsewhere. This isn't very unusual online, of course-- you're just more interesting than the others. :) I neither ask nor particularly hope for further illumination; I just want you to know I've appreciated each bit of you here. Thanks always for sharing.
It's strange how things we hesitate to disclose can be openly shared in other places without a second thought. I'm really rather glad you saw this (and saw fit to comment on it).
Oddly, mixedly, I feel like I know you in some way. But it is perhaps the experiences that play like mirror clouds; as I'm recognising yours fill me through here, and or as you would of mine, when you would.
You write beautifully.
As for the phone call, I hope it managed to come about.
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The phonecall didn't happen though. I got a message from a stranger's number saying 'I still have no credit. No money til Wed. Speak then.'
Wednesday. Which is today.
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I'm always intrigued by the partiality of your public sharings-- unabashedly open in apparently crucial ways, but entirely veiled elsewhere. This isn't very unusual online, of course-- you're just more interesting than the others. :) I neither ask nor particularly hope for further illumination; I just want you to know I've appreciated each bit of you here. Thanks always for sharing.
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You write beautifully.
As for the phone call, I hope it managed to come about.
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I think you're right about the mirror cloud experience phenomenon. I'd never quite thought of it that way.
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