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she is phenomenal. i was greeted with a hug, after she tosses her arms in the air and her head back, a jovial but earnest surprise to see me. i always drop by at random and seemingly sporadic times. whenever i do speak with her for the few minutes she is available, my soul is filled to the brim. she shows me a recent painting given to her, taking me back to the days i sat before her and absorbed every last word she delivered to us. i would attempt to write down everything i heard, which resulted in notebooks packed everso tightly. i savored her wisdom and determination to see that we learned something within those confining walls. she knew there was something about me. and to this day, she says i am one of the few that she actually remembers. she asks me who is in my life and what i am doing now. a degree in only three years, and she says she knew it. "that's you." about 'guys' in my life. any? since i last saw you, i had my first taste, falling in love and then losing it. we always seem to reflect on one or two events from her classes, and i always hear something about her Monty. oh, and of course, about Eliza. i saw photographs of her for the first time today. she told me of a painting a man downtown is creating for her. well, not creating, but painting from a picture of Eliza on a wooden bench, summer day with the beach and sea oats cascading behind her. she has her hands tossed up to the sky as if she is welcoming the magic floating on a breeze, her feet coiled below her. her hair twisted up and pinned with a flower. ha, as she said, it may be just a photograph, but it's the English teacher to whom it means much more than that. and i have to go now. here's a pin for you, something little, but i mean it. she takes off her jacket, and soon on her lapel shines i am loved. it's only a pin, because i didn't bring any flowers to remind her that she is admired. she says "they're probably going to think it's something for breast cancer. [laugh] you know?" i just warned to keep it from going through the washer. all the bells have rung, and so her day must commence. she gives me a parting hug. and, as i walk across the room, she reveals "and you are loved, too."
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