a long while ago, when i was going through some troubling times, ironically similar to the times i am going through now.. danya sent me this poem. it was revolutionary, for me. it's pleasantly surprising to see it on your blog, now. i miss you, p, and i hope you're happy.
i have the last line of the poem tattooed across my ribs. i will show it to you at christmas, when i will (please) see you. feel free to call any time lady. i always love hearing your voice.
Wooden spoon-wielding, paint-flinging, poem-spouting, laughing, listening, hand-me-down clothed, pierced hippy with a mission: bring the love of reading to children everywhere.
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a long while ago, when i was going through some troubling times, ironically similar to the times i am going through now.. danya sent me this poem. it was revolutionary, for me. it's pleasantly surprising to see it on your blog, now. i miss you, p, and i hope you're happy.
i have the last line of the poem tattooed across my ribs. i will show it to you at christmas, when i will (please) see you.
feel free to call any time lady. i always love hearing your voice.
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