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I call you / from the comet's cradle

Monday, June 23, 2014

good mail day

Today I got some good mail, three good mails.  The letters nourish me.  One's from someone who's in solitary. 

We leave on our trip tomorrow morning at 2.  Pray for us!  Or send us a good wish or whatever.  Thanks.

I made myself a new necklace.  It's made of green, blue, and purple wooden beads.  It smells faintly of nailpolish.  I'm still deciding how I feel about it.


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