I am not a dainty person. I am not the soft first light of morning, or a brilliant sunset. I am the twilight hour on a Wednesday night, restless and wishing it was another day of the week. I am the rust collecting around the faucet; the brittle and discolored antique plastic of that childhood toy you just can't bear to let go. My tendons strain
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Did you hear about Gil, btw? Assuming you atill aren't too far from Philly, you want to make a trek in to visit at some point?
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