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Jan 04, 2008 11:45

Spring cleaning.

I have been writing the never-sent letters to my past, making way in the cupboards and closets for the animal bones, the firewood, board games, blankets, stockpots. The house I am building now makes a lot more sense than most I've lived in before. Books about something instead of books about nothing. Keeping warm in winter instead of peeling everything away in an attempt to finally feel comfortable. Replacing longing with having. Yes.

Let's buy a plot of land for the house I have been carrying on my back for so long. Idaho Falls. Yonkers. Jamaica Plain.

It is very heavy now.
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