We walk at dusk when the moon is white. I strap Tokyo to my chest so that she can watch night slip over the valley and then slowly creep up our hill; Zoe holds my hand. We walk at dusk and it's fall now. Tonight the air was sharp and everything looked incredibly clear as if it were focused through a camera lens. Clear like the frosty midnight Doug
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When are you ever going to come and visit California? Once you get your career as a porn star established, or...? :)
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Haha ... porn star. Somehow I doubt that ANYONE would want that!
Someday, when I am not afraid of planes, I will visit. Indeed.
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You really have a gift, Jess. You've taken the soul of everything beautiful and pure about my home and shown it to me, time and again, in perfect clarity. Thank you. I only wish I could believe I could ever have that feeling again from myself and my interactions with California. It's forever changed for me, and has been since I "grew up", let alone moved away.
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(your words about california always make me ache for it, even when I'm already here. i'm sure i'll be reading more soon considering your visit. i look forward to it)
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