months later...
It still gets to me. And sometimes I feel like I don't even have a right to feel sorry about Anj, like I stopped talking to her long enough ago that I should just let go of the feeling that something isn't right, when I'm with people, reminiscing about HP, and I think about her and everything stops feeling glazed and fuzzily happy, and starts
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I've had this opened in a firefox tab for days and only now really got the chance to read it.
It reminds me of the little crosses by the stretch of road down towards my parents' place in the florida keys. The little white crosses and colorful flowers that always haunt me.
Thanks for posting this.
Also, are you back in NY? I am here another month-plus and would love to see you (and Imo) before heading out west.
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