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[unfoldingakemi]

i drove by my mother's old house in shoreham beach last thursday, three times to be precise - to make sure of what i was seeing, when something cramped and wet and noisy burst in my brain. whoever lives there now has a t.v. set in their kitchen, where we used to keep ian's old rolltop desk, but they kept the small concrete bench in the backyard

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[starienights]

Every time i'm back in MD i drive by my old house, screaming with the windows up and music blaring "THAT IS MY FUCKING HOUSE YOU MOTHER FUCKERS! WHY DID YOU CUT DOWN MY TREE! WHERE'S THE STAIN GLASS! WHY WOULD YOU PUT PLASTIC PATIO FURNITURE ON MY BEAUTIFUL FRONT PORCH, THE ONE BUILT BY MY MOTHER'S IMAGINATION AND MY FATHERS HANDS!!!!!!!!!" I think it's normal to want to drown in nostalgia from time to time... or maybe we're just crazy. if it's the latter, at least we're in it together.

I'm more than sufficiently prepared for you to move here. bryan and i talk almost every day about how wondrful it'll be to have you here and see you every day. We both miss you terribly.