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2012-07-11 - 4:19 p.m.

i have had much better times than these/better reasons and better excuses

my silent friend smelled like sunscreen and cedar, a little bit like my dad. i wanted to put my head on his shoulder like a sun-sleepy child.

it's a pleasure to lend him books, because he always returns them with a cleanly distilled observation. he'll also talk about certain topics in math, and very rarely, he'll share a story pared down to just one line, like amy hempel.

i've heard it said that friends are the family you choose, but it is not at all the same as picking out a hammer or a teacup.

* * *

lately, everything seems so small and far away. i settle down to work in the early morning, and when i glance up, it is 3pm, then dusk, then midnight.

* * *

reading: the prestige, by christopher priest.
listening to: rollerskate skinny, angela starling.
working on: making curtains for the kitchen.
in the garden: the rudbeckia are putting on a long show.

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