Today I came into temporary possession of a packet of old writings.
Writings that I was convinced were truly gone for good. They had
disappeared years ago from their original place. Although I diligently
searched for them at the beginning, years passed and not a trace of
them was to be found. So I gave up.
But, today, in some strange stroke of luck I was offered what is
probably the only remainder of what they once were.
These pages were written by an old friend (or something to that degree)
and I am keenly aware that I am not ready to read them yet.
They will leave me feeling the same way he always did.
And I'm sure as hell not ready for that.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
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I can hold onto them if you want. Keep them someplace safe until you are ready to read them.
I am archiving our notebook into a computer file this week. When I am complete, I will send the notebook back your way.
Prepare yourself. Red hair, soaking wet in the snow.
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