Postcard seventeen
Peggy,
Not much to say tonight.
Staying awake all night, high on LSD (with Mike), walking from his house to yours, basically being calmly, warmly, welcomed. I so looked forward to being around you.
Fifty-one
Peggy, Well, yes I have been writing more lately, evidenced by the frequent postcards, so words have been swirling around in my head. But adjectives (I am a keep it simple kind of person) more than others simply because others have been using them on me a lot lately. We struggle to find new and exciting ones for our pieces, but I absolutely refuse to use them on people. Living breathing humans, I mean. The religious "judge not" thing. Whatever mythology you follow. Yeah, I'm human too, mostly, but just when I get frustrated, angry, lonely and I keep them to myself, at least. So yeah, I do. And I don't know what to say, until I met her, I was pretty much up and down or in and out through a relationship. Not enough talking through them all. I can't imagine you not giving though. Wood is most comfortable for me, walls (inside, brick outside), furniture, cabinets, but that is me. It wa...
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