September 2009
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If you often smile but often don’t smile- Which do you do more often?...
– Regina Spektor, Lullaby
August 2009
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I wrote this a little over three years ago.
If you ask her what her earliest memory is, she’ll tell you it was white. Cold white blinding snow in an abandoned parking lot near the old church in the middle of the city. Spinning around trying to catch some on her tongue, dizzy and laughing until she fell down and stood there very still. She never tells anyone she thinks it might not be real. The memory, that is. The church and the parking lot...
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I missed you the way someone misses a train.
– Me
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