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Dear Frank,
Tonight I was at Artomatic. On the metro ride home, there was a girl - quite beautiful - with dyed hair and heavy eye makeup but not enough to cover up that something was the matter. She was eying her wrists then looking around. I wish I knew her story. I wish I could help. So on a card I wrote
Dear Friend, Though this is cliche, it has helped me to think the night is darkest just before the dawn.
As she was getting off the metro she dropped a little PRIDE flag and as I picked it up, handed it to her and said, "I think you dropped something." I handed her the card.
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i am going to carry an empty post card with me from now on, just in case i see someone in need of exactly what you did.
-Kristina from Germany
i knew all my boxes of postcards were meant for something :)
speaking of which:
loot from london and paris, courtesy of eisen the twerp! good luck for work by the way :)
i remember you cursing the enter key fervently and creatively throughout the course of the making of the contents of the long postcard. yes, sufficient recompense for my 12-sided-scrawled-in-tiny-handwriting letter.
unexpected, and all the sweeter for it-- the lovely random ang jing-a-ling! i love receiving letters :)
i have a very bad feeling that vienna teng's drought might describe my coming months :(
summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall...
how much longer dear angels
let winterlight come
and spread your white sheets over my empty house
too far is next spring, and her jubilant shout
so angels inside is the only way out
slow down, the passing of the days.