glossolalia
She spoke with affection, and had razorblades for eyes. I don't know why I'd never noticed it before, those long sad days we spent caught in another's gaze, heaving the universe askew as the moon crashed into the sun. My own head is tilted now as I kneel, looking at hers, and I'm no longer in the province of metaphor, the way some speak of those
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I haven't heard from you in ages! I've changed email accounts and telephone numbers a few times since your wedding (lost passwords galore, I still have several email accounts which would be hosed completely if I were ever to lose the auto-saved passwords on them).
Time has a way of running away from me (as I'm sure you're aware), so much has changed since last we spoke.
Surprising enough, I really do never check my livejournal anymore. Or my facebook, myspace, etc. I haven't ridden the social networking train with any true sincerity since this last post you commented on. I'd only come here to track down an image icon I used to have a fondness for, realized I hardly recognized my last bit of chickenscratch, and suddenly discovered a bit of hidden nostalgia tucked away in some rusty old corner of a clockwork heart.
I'm glad to hear from you! While I don't check my email with much regularity, I still log into my gmail once or twice a week ( quicksandcastle at gmail dot com). Write me there and we can exchange phone numbers, try to find a moment to catch up in this crazy tilt-o-whirl.
I haven't heard from Lyn in a very long time. Last was when I asked her to your wedding, though for a certainty she's tumbling somewhere between here and the Philippines, awestruck or keening, as dreamers would.
-J.
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