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Limited vocabulary for fear of misspellings 3:31 p.m. 2005-11-23 Rent like cataracts and cathartic excavations of subtly hidden evolution of feeling. I woke up today to find an anonymous love letter hung above my bed. It read like the final call of some sad angel. The curve of the words was soft and it read "I love you." There was nothing left to say. Over the sea where love blooms like childrens laughter, across a sky ridden with clouds and exhalation, there is something more tangible than hope. On the other side of mourning. Inevitable/ back & forth |