| I seem to be losing the ability to adequately express myself. This is inconvenient. And funny. I used to be a pro at it before.
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| Sorry, I haven't felt like writing letters recently. I will eventually.
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| Every time I think I want to write here, I just end up laughing at myself and at everything. And then nothing gets accomplished! In Spanish they laugh jajajajajajaja.
In Russian it's xaxaxaxaxa.
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| It was cold today and the wind didn't help but it swirled the leaves around and I thought about how awesome it would be to watch the wind in fields of wheat somewhere out in the midwest where the land is flatter than the ocean is and I would know exactly where I was. My place in the universe is small and utterly insignificant but this does not bother me in the least. I just like to know where I am. Not in the afraid-of-being-lost kind of way, but in the "here is something true" way. I'm always looking for those little something-trues. And so I was sitting on the steps of Tucker before all the smoker kids arrived to wreath me in a carcinogenic haze and I was watching the leaves go all Pocahontas-like and then out of nowhere it started snowing. And that was beautifully unexpected. And sure, it lasted for all of three minutes but at that moment I felt like that snow and those leaves belonged to me somehow. They didn't belong to me more than they belonged to anyone else, but for that one moment they were mine. So I felt warm today.
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