I am still wandering, though ambling about this website, picking up my pen and setting it down again. I’ve been quiet. I don’t know where the words hide, you understand. I don’t know where they run off to. Even this is a struggle to write. I tango with vowels, shimmy up against the soft spine of consonant. Slowly, it comes back. But it’s nice to be here, nice to see the velvet soft inside of Annie’s heart, the organized chaos of Shinji’s frontal lobe. Lovely to see that lives are progressing onward, forward, diagonally, even backwards while I’ve been gone. Keep your spare keys under the mat for me, please. 

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18. epincion said: You are so sweet, like almond milk in the mornings. I love you. I miss you. I hope words rush from your pen, in good time.
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