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Dear Olympia,
Thank you for continuing to bless me with your gifts, this bounty of friends, food and good fortune. My heart almost stopped when the bus slipped past the Capitol and rolled unassumingly into Downtown. Everything is draped with tiny twinkling lights and the air smells of romance and rebirth. If making you mine again means compromising everything I've become and everything I mean to be, I guess I'll stay here in Seattle, a place that for all *its* gifts remains just okay instead of just right. Olympia, I hope you truly are the square hole for this square peg, and I can't wait to see you again when I'm better, when happiness doesn't make me worried, bored or -- in a great twist of irony -- depressed. But last night, you sparkled and shimmered and sang me a merry Christmas, and I couldn't ask for anything better.
Love,
Sara
Thank you for continuing to bless me with your gifts, this bounty of friends, food and good fortune. My heart almost stopped when the bus slipped past the Capitol and rolled unassumingly into Downtown. Everything is draped with tiny twinkling lights and the air smells of romance and rebirth. If making you mine again means compromising everything I've become and everything I mean to be, I guess I'll stay here in Seattle, a place that for all *its* gifts remains just okay instead of just right. Olympia, I hope you truly are the square hole for this square peg, and I can't wait to see you again when I'm better, when happiness doesn't make me worried, bored or -- in a great twist of irony -- depressed. But last night, you sparkled and shimmered and sang me a merry Christmas, and I couldn't ask for anything better.
Love,
Sara