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6.01.2006

First Day Of My Life

It's here, for those of you keeping track.

The first day of my life alone. (On a side note, did you know that the origin of the word "alone" comes from the combination of the words "all one"? Sit on that for a minute.) The first day in an apartment leased only in my name.

He is gone. All of his stuff is gone. Even the cat is gone.

All that is left is what is mine and what I have claimed from seven years of buying and acquiring together. It is hot out, though there is no sun. My hair is dirty, but it smells like me. Like burnt coffee and night blooming lilies.


A view of my own. . .

link * Miss Marisol posted at 5:34 PM * posted by Miss Marisol @ 5:34 PM   |