christmas eve
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
home has a smell and mine is apparently angel, coffee and whatever is cooking downstairs. #
Christmas Eve. Family, food, phone calls, messages. Dad called. Tia wrote. Hikari, Marico, Erick, Mark, everybody appearing on the phone or MSN in different combinations. Mom has been wearing Angel all day and I used it too, so the house now smells as though Thierry Mugler personally moved in.
Edo wrote `merry christmas bambolina` and then immediately told me to check a transfer. Hardcore on Christmas Eve. Consistency is a virtue.
Yuri comes tomorrow. Presents are under the tree. I’m tired and happy and I don’t have anything analytical to say about it.
Merry Christmas.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
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