Yesterday I complained I was invisible. Marily saw my face glowing when she interupted my blogging. I am striking looking, as if I came from another world and time.
When I saw Katie’s stone, I was overcome by its mate found in this blog. You don’t mention your mother or three sisters in your daughter’s obituary. Not once did you talk about your mother with me. You made it clear you did not approve of your sister’s modeling. They all found you? Didn’t they? They knew you were not kin to them. There was another soul inside you. This soul went west to find me. You ran away, to the time you died, in the war. You married a peer. When you read my letter, you realized I had found you, again. I was……….the one!
How many times must we play a hundred and eighty degrees apart, on this go-round. We part – to meet! And we meet again. And we run. We love our run!
Why are you afraid of the sea? I believe you were a nurse on your…
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