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this morning in the sun as i woke slowly - that state of half-sleep - i imagined holding you.
i held you tight. i held you close to me.
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these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
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At least she comes to you in dreams, Angela, in memory and in your imagination. And you will never forget here.
they are sweet dreams, elisabeth. very sweet.
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