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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Arlene, 46 Summers

I'm sorry I wasn't "there"  on your birthday.  But I did not forget.  Sorry this is late,  but summer's not over yet :-)  Yes, I'm still alive out here --- and I'm sending you this in many ways I can.



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BIG BIG MISS (true story :(   )...

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