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[the101dmnations]

Walking back to my office behind Seattle Central I passed a woman in a green Urban League t-shirt and a string of red beads I played the eye-contact dance with. Smiled hello; when we crossed wakes I caught the head-splittingly strong smell of sandalwood, maybe her soap, and it occurred to me that I like my vanity (I was coming back from the

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[flightviolation]

thank you for this lovely post! it reminds me of one of my favorite poems.

born into trouble as the sparks fly upward

[the101dmnations]

No, thank YOU, for that poem that recalls that throat-squeezing longing under the odd comedy of adulthood, times when you're embarrassed by an abatement in the emotional weather and you're attached to uncomplicated longing and want to be little again.... Is everything one writes just the 'cry of its own occasion,' a more complex way of shouting I am here?

marco polo

[flightviolation]

yr v welcome, mr.
we have messy hearts. it is hard not to drip on everything. i think that most times what we create is informed by (maybe even recent) experiences, or situations that often make one feel alone. shouting i am here is a good cure for isolation.