October 2006
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a bit late for the beginning, but the beginning...
It’s a transition. They often prove to be a struggle, but a fantastic struggle, full of reminders that I’m alive. This one was a struggle to leave, a struggle to make it here, a struggle to change gears. But oh, I know I’m alive. Just barely, so completely, from toe to weary head.
The drive out here was an adventure in itself - I was out too late the night before. The night of...
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not last, but long-lasting
My last night in Denver was bittersweet and perfect; the people I care about most were all there, new to each other but fitting together like puzzle pieces. I sat back in my chair and watched them interact, becoming more comfortable with one another through tentative jokes and strong drinks. I love to watch my friends; lively and buoyant, talking with their hands, standing up in their chairs,...