love letters.
It’s strange reading your blog lately – you seem to be in such a different world, such a different state of mind than me. It’s kind of a nostalgic, vacationing vibe, like there’s infinite time to think about that tiny leaf on the end of a fern frond – no, not the littlest one at the end (all proud because of its important location) but the fifth one in on the left, ignored for no good reason by everyone else throughout history. But it’s not your writing – everything seems different, skewed, changing, because I have few consistent relationships with people.
I adore and cherish each long letter I recieve. Somehow they always seem a labor of love. Every one of them. From one of my oldest and dearest friends, I thought it was too great not to reflect on it a bit…as he so eloquently called out my navel gazing.
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