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More Miles….

-Miles Davis, Summertime-

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“I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.”
—Jack White 

“I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.”

—Jack White 


“There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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Love in the Mist, 6/2/2012
One of my favorite garden flowers…one of many favorites…

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Love in the Mist, 6/2/2012

One of my favorite garden flowers…one of many favorites…

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What happened to the days when my life was a poem? When you made music out of the stories I told that weren’t even stories really, more like fragments. Fragments of memories I was trying desperately to hold on to because I am so forgetful. They weren’t really stories. I don’t really have any stories. I just have memories I can’t even hold on to anymore. I don’t remember the last time I felt beautiful in the presence of someone else. I always feel beautiful alone. I can’t even hold on to my memories. I can’t even piece them together enough to turn them into stories— do you remember when you made music out of my stories? They weren’t even stories really. I promise I wasn’t always like this.

No, I was.

I have always been like this. My life has never been a poem. They weren’t even stories really. I only feel beautiful alone.

I’m sorry.

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A German World War II prisoner, released by the Soviet Union, is reunited with his daughter. The child had not seen her father since she was one year old

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A German World War II prisoner, released by the Soviet Union, is reunited with his daughter. The child had not seen her father since she was one year old

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In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

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—Sam~


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