Letters to Melissa, Overtime, and Serving on “the floor.”

It’s hard to just painlessly “move past” a wall you’ve painted on for years. You scribbled, stenciled, white-washed, smeared, colored and beautified it.. it was something unique, original, and beautiful – something very “a part” of you, because it expressed so MUCH of you..

and that is who she was.

How can I walk away, without taking a picture?
And how can I leave with a picture, and not take a look at it every once and a while?
How can I look at that picture, and not still see it’s beauty..

and how can I see it’s beauty, and not want to return?

Aun Aqui

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Sparkling and bubbly Italian spritzer water: the throat’s “premier beverage” nomination (also – dog parking, sweater-dog, my orientation at Olive Garden, “food of Mexico,” The Final Snow, and “quality time”).

Friday, February 4th, 2011 (followed by updated entries on Monday the 7th and Thursday the 10th, both written in the present-tense) It gives. Other waters don’t give, like this water gives. 1.  It fizzes at you. When you open your jug, carton, box or bottle of water – does it fizz at you? Does it welcome, […]

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