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2006-09-25 - 4:47 a.m.

there is a hole in my life that is shaped like you.

no matter how i try to aim for the heart of things, i always wind up writing around your edges. yesterday, at sunset, i watched these vast hudson-river-school thunderclouds billow over manhattan. the sun sank low on the horizon, and the red light on the wet skyscrapers made the city look like it was burning down. (even though i knew what i was looking at, my heart was in my throat.)

i thought i'd call and tell you - it's a mistake i make, every so often, even now.


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