near-and-dears missed. continental-move regret. i was pretty low when i checked my email tonight. one from wonderfully intuitive vanessa asked how i was doing. then another said she had called my t.o. cell to check on me, only to find it already disconnected. (she’s NOT a phone person.) somethings can’t be broken or uprooted. and though i’m still alone, physically. really, i’m not.
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