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Thank you so much for the memories, those moments of pleasure-pain when I meet someone with your name or think in the split-second before reality sets in that I saw you walking towards me. Thank you for the little trinkets that I'll pack away in moving boxes and marvel anew when they surface, all the way across the continent. Thank you, all of you, my friends and family - in soul, if not in blood. You knew me and I knew you, and it was fantastic. We sat together rolling dice, or showing each other songs that made us think, "I thought of you!", or just talking, or eating, like the wonderful, mad, insane human beings we all are. I could never have asked for anything better.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
memory / not a sound from the pavement
Thank you so much for the memories, those moments of pleasure-pain when I meet someone with your name or think in the split-second before reality sets in that I saw you walking towards me. Thank you for the little trinkets that I'll pack away in moving boxes and marvel anew when they surface, all the way across the continent. Thank you, all of you, my friends and family - in soul, if not in blood. You knew me and I knew you, and it was fantastic. We sat together rolling dice, or showing each other songs that made us think, "I thought of you!", or just talking, or eating, like the wonderful, mad, insane human beings we all are. I could never have asked for anything better.
To Jordan, Kasie, Linnea, Lily, Kirk, Harry, Callista, Sam, Abby, Mrs. Strouth, Mr. Meister, and all the rest: this is for you. I hope we all stay in touch over skype, email, and/or text when I move.
the-storyteller
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
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