Comments:

Sheppard - 2007-09-28 19:29:31
I miss her as well. Think about her a lot. How cold she could be sometimes. How dark. And how spring felt like a breathe of life, not only on the trees, but in my lungs as well. I remember some of your stories though. I still smile when I hear your voice in my head explaining about the honey bucket. Alaska is a mother, not a mistress. We never really leave her, we only try to. Eventually, we all will come back. Even me one day.
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mountain star - 2007-09-28 20:45:38
when you write i wonder how direct you are, whether you speak in code. when i read what you write i wonder how i can write like that. where the avalanche of words means something, and isn't just there to bury the truth.
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Casey - 2007-09-28 21:52:35
This made me cry. And I needed to. So thank you
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chaosorder - 2007-09-29 01:56:06
Achingly beautiful. Beautifully aching.
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cecilia - 2007-09-29 12:05:02
this one, at least, is true
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