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july 29
today my mind is quiet.
i have been falling asleep with books lying open on my chest and waking up to the sound of baby birds in the nest their mother built outside my window awning. maybe it is all the sunshine. maybe it is the comfortable silence of solitude. i am the hushed sort of happy & it truly feels wonderful.
july 25
i spent the better part of my day with Edgar ("e-chee"), who has a muffled, slightly nasally voice and pity laughs at all my jokes. i remembered his name because it reminds me of Edward Elgar & whenever i think about the consonance, Salut d'Amour echos in the back of my head. we talked until 3 in the morning about faraway places (Venice, Florence, Disney World) and shared tragic pet stories.
Maciej, whose name is actually 8 syllables longer and swells with a heavy polish accent, wrote an imaginary book in his head with dramatic chapter titles and no content. "The Ascending Stairs." was my favorite. i timidly admitted that i can never color inside the lines and he said not to worry because i can always break boundaries draw my own lines. i like that.
(i love the dewy perfume, the salty drizzle, the foamy and gritty textures of the sea)