i left this unfinished, as i often do things. finishing seems too close to death. i am afraid of it - things ending, things beginning. i haven't written into this space since the trip ended. i haven't wanted to grieve leaving that salty place. when i think back to the summer, the first thing i taste is the Med. we had an epic tryst and now exchange love notes from time to time, but those first days of heart-racing inertia are passed. *sigh*
i envy my sweet friend who is only a train ride away. she took me there to say goodbye. we spent the weekend baptizing ourselves and admiring stones, gathering them into our pockets for G. we ate warm fruit. i bought a beach towel from Egypt with stars on it. it left blue fuzz all over me. i remembered i am a mermaid.
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