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waking up to the cloudy light of your safe protective blankets, its morning. good morning. the sun shines so bright through the cloud cover making this gray morning seem alive and dynamic. my thoughts are in a smile, my first words articulate those beliefs that you entrenched deeper in me last night, in that hour and a half or so on the phone. "wow, i really love that girl" my lips spoke what my body was thinking. my nerves have been waking up, assuming the role of thinking, absorbing my mind into my body's entirety. we danced beautifully last night, hiding beneath our seperate blanks so cold and so warm all at once. so happy! i hope your nose is cooperating now, i hope you have a smile and aren't too tired from that early early wake up. i only got two more hours of sleep than you, but only to make up for the time zones.
we walk, arm around waste, down this care free highway remembering our past and hoping we aren't telling eachother our dreams thinking that they are true. i have no qualms telling you my dreams, just when they are confused it is strange. and weird. or is that wierd? one of the two, she told me you prefer weird i think. i think. we are weird, and i love it. and i feel like i am writing an email, trusting it upon strangers who in turn bare their souls to me, to you, to all of us and to eachother. it feels right this way. and i am rambling, which is usually the case in emails. i can't stop typing so i just type more.
good morning star of the west.
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