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Between Us

A doorbell. Such an extravagant invention. You press a button, creating a beckoning sound in which your host is obliged to answer. It’s an attention getter. Much like a telephone ring. Someone wants to contact you. They call, your phone rings, it is your duty to pick up. A connection. Not unlike a letter in the mail. Long distance communication. My words, full of sentiment and longing. A way of speaking to you. So why aren’t you responding to any? the echo, the waiting, the distance between us…
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nicole-lourette
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Sep 30, 2010
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