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.: 2.22.2010 

You could say it is kite weather.

I'd been putting this one off, but now it can't be put off any longer.

I imagined her in the woods, with a hand spade, digging what looks to be a small garden plot. I imagined her, for some reason, smoking a pipe, and saying things like "whoopty fucking doo" when folks tried to convince her she might be crazy. I imagined her crawling into the earth, snuggling down, and pulling some leaves over herself because she had decided it was time.

That's not at all how it happened, of course. I never even met her.

But I still admired her, and as much as I fucking hate this world, I know she's got to be somewhere better.

Hello, goodbye, Kite, and thank you.

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