November 7, 2009

• the healer and the architect
  
  we are less dissimilar than you think.
  i will leave questions unasked for years, really. horrible, i know.
  an artistic love. this is the one. that’s it. the artist is drawn, sewn, spun to artist!
  my days are spent in fantasizing. not pining, but building, discovering the dark wooden house. it is fantastic.
  i am using my voice at times these days, and it is SO GOOD to have him hear it.
  i dream and think of you often, loves, and always wonder what you are at. dreaming as well?
  
  love love
  

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