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| No bangs |
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| bangs? lots of bangs here in glasgow |
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| no bangs? |
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| bangs? (I think I look very Polish here. | ) |
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| Or maybe something else completely? |
Loneliness is a funny thing. There are so many folks in Glasgow who are friendly, and hey, I'm friendly too. We laugh a lot. But. Me and them, we'd need Time to know each other, to reach into our separate lonely places, and tuck it/them into bed under a soft dependable blanket that we knitted together over hours, weeks, months, & years.
You on the other hand? I love this blanket we've knitted together over Time. Right now it is stretched across an ocean and a continent and a country or two. It's still holding between us, but I cannot feel your chilly feet under the covers. I remember how your chilly feet feel, too, never thinking I'd miss them.
But I do.
I'll keep goofing around by myself knowing we'd be laughing together if you were here. That we'll be laughing together again soon enough.
Now, please place your vote for bangs or no bangs. I'm waiting to hear before I pick up the scissors, or the Festival begins, which-ever comes first.
Lily
ps. please note I am in my pajamas in these photos. how apropos, huh?
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