Good GRIEF
*posts so the sister stops freakin NAGGING about there being nothing new* I’m home. I’m exhausted. I’ve got 476 email messages, of which only FIVE were actually to me and not spam. I’m TIRED. but weekend was good. More later. *thud*
#55 [36×365]
Terry Shared a bus ride from Seattle to Florida – your second trip to my first, you were awesome company. You got me through boot camp and my first trip away from home. Thanks for sheltering me.
#54 [36×365]
Derek France – you spoke better then you understood, I understood better then I spoke – together we were unstoppable. I fell in love with the Viola that year, thanks to your midnight solos. Magic fingers, indeed.
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Erin Redheaded drama geek – my weakness since birth, apparently. Friends only, ever mindful of the distance waiting back home. Ireland was amazing, though more then scenery I remember our long talks, whispered through the tent flaps.
#52 [36×365]
That British guy I met in Ireland Furtive glances, secretly holding hands, kisses hidden by the rocks at sunset. Fell prey to your accent, to the fact you saw me. You left before us – I’ll always remember the look in your eyes.
