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Dear Brenda: Verona and Brenda are moving in July to Florida. I am quite confident that I will never see Verona again. [I am quite confident that I have left pieces of myself in so many hearts that even if I never leave Windsor, I will have definitely been in the world.] We have agreed that we should say goodbye in person. I have asked her to ask Brenda to come because it seems like the wisest course of action. And also, because I want to wish them both all of the happiness in the world. Today when leaving work I laughed at myself. May 14th and I was still wearing leather. I was still being carried away by the wind. I swear, if I that Catholic habit, Sally Fields could eat my cloud dust. But mostly I was laughing because I made it out of the revolving doors [I really don�t like revolving doors. I�ve been caught in them and they�re one of the few things that make me feel claustrophobic. I have to psyche myself up to use them each day.] only to get the sun trapped in my eyelashes. And I laughed because it reminded me of that woman who forever has the sun in her hair. And you know, it rained today. But believe me when I say that the blue beat it into submission and bowed it. and kindergartners in long paper-doll lines splashed the last traces of grey lining out of all of the puddles with the Crayola-like precision of their rubbers. I�ve got to get me some of those. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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