I can't breathe through my nose. There's my complaint du jour.
It doesn't matter how much I think about everything that's going on, I still can't formulate my thoughts enough to write something substantial. All I can say is that we're still being patient... Only a few more days...
Eight months (nearly nine, actually) is too damn long to be apart.
Just a few more days. That's all that's left.
"while the storyteller speaks
a door within the fire creaks
suddenly flies open
and a girl is standing there
eyes alight with glowing hair
all that fancy paints as fair
she takes her fan and throws it
in the lion's den."
"Terrapin Station" - Grateful Dead
~marina
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