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Nov 07, 2005 04:22

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slightlyhaunted November 7 2005, 09:45:38 UTC
That happened to me earlier this year. I know that pain of loss so well. *big hug* What I did was I sat down and tried to remember the emails that I had lost, why they were written, and then wrote something, even just a sentance or two for each one that I remembered, so that I wouldn't forget it in the long run...like inner objects, only it would conjure the entire letter and what surrounded it.

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freeing November 7 2005, 14:22:47 UTC
:( parting with an old life is never easy.

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shakeyrtush November 10 2005, 07:59:15 UTC
never easy... but maybe sometimes nessicary.

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malello November 7 2005, 20:27:16 UTC
Well that stinks quite a bit. But it also reminds me of the neverending story. Remember in the end when Bastian is transported to Fantasia and there's nothing left but that incandescent grain of sand? And Bastian says "Why's it so dark?" and then the emperess is all "Everything begins in darkness." And then because there was that remaining grain of sand, that meant that there was still hope and with that he could build a whole big giant fabulous BRAND NEW Fantasia to replace The Nothing! Even better and more fabulous than the last.

So it's like your inbox was Fantasia, but then technology (The Nothing) destroyed all of it. But because you still have an inbox and people to put things in it, you still have hope for a new Fantasia... So don't worry. I'll be sure to contribute to the fantasticalness of the New Fantasia. And because I'm telling you all this, it's like I'M the emperess, and that means I get to bang Atreyu... Giggady giggady.

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=( ben_brill November 8 2005, 06:33:39 UTC
"you still have hope for a new Fantasia... So don't worry."

light a candle for the past.

i'm glad that theres no such thing as being able to actually erase the past, cause then it would have never happened. phew

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dackmo November 9 2005, 00:56:55 UTC
"the things you own, end up owning you"

there is still an ocean of inspiration for new poems and plays

and a desert of people to write to

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