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[scriptory]

Reading Pix's entries reminds me of the metaphor quilts I used to stitch through my life.

How you are gone and I'm still here because I will always stay because I am me and only me. I am it. And you are gone. You are walking away in expensive shoes - poser thrifter shoes. That always confused me. Your dreams mixed in with you reality: I needed one

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Quod scripsi scripsi.

[nosce]

I'll empty my pockets of all my spare change, and I won't say anything to wound you.

Just don't read me, then.

Re: Quod scripsi scripsi.

[scriptory]

Babe - that comment confuses me... This post isn't about you. I mean, there's bits and peices, but you know how sometimes writing becomes a letter to just about everybody thrown in a blender? Yeah. I didn't mean to hurt you at all, hon.

Re: Quod scripsi scripsi.

[scriptory]

PS It has Sam in there, and people from WI and Zak and Truff and Ethan and Jess and Rowen and campers and my family and myself. It's a big mix, not directed at anyone.

::hugs::

[wwitchbaby]

Newt, your writing just blows me away. Good luck on whatever's going on.