something about this just makes me feel old.



yeah, time's the great destroyer


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graduating. it's going to be difficult to get used to this: the rhythms of each year for as far back as i have conscious memory have been determined by the academic year. i resent this and cling to it at the same time. then the current season. forgive my emo moments as i mourn past springs. i guess just that one.

cherry blossoms are out. you know how much i love those. i'll talk about something else:

i got another used book with an interesting inscription, though this time it's actually a piece of paper folded up inside the front cover. sort of an ornamental piece, too, inside this copy of qiu xiaolong's death of a red heroine. it reads, thusly (all spelling errors in the original):

hold fast to dreams
for if dreams flop
life is a boal of rice crispies
without the pop

by Jill
and some somewhat
less well known auther
named
Langston Hughes


Dear Jill, I was on the plain from Punta Cana
and practicing ciligraphy. I couldn't think of any
other poem except yours
love Nancy


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