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2002-06-03 - 2:26 p.m.
Dear Dear wendy,
I am here. I am right here, beside you.( can't you feel me?)
My words are an echo. I share them with you. I do not want you to grow tired of them, I do not want them to be too familiar. So I seek other tales to retell. this is not a dream. yet, this is a dream. A dream, I created from memories and thought. it is real.
I sit with the warmth of the sun against my back. The air is cool on my face. The air is full of sound.The wind is slight, the sky is blue and the water laps against the rock. I sit on the rock. I am not alone. a bird stands beside me (nevermore) and now flies away. The rock is great, a giant. I could lay myself across it's length three times. The waters sound is far below. Though it has not always been so. This seat i call my own was once a thrown for the king of the fish. Breathing deep, I would have needed gills, not lungs. I let my rock sink, like a ship taking on water. It is as great a ship as a rock, so heavy that that it is calm in the mightiest storm. ( even a lover's tempest ) i sink with it, drawn under by it's weight, it's siren's call. the living waters take me so that I too might live. my body becomes water. my currents twist and touch everything. I wrap myself around my rock. I swallow the shore. I seep into the earth. with my kisses I polish small stones. transforming their brittle strength into smooth softness. Eons pass and I consume them entirely. But not my rock. It returns my embrace, but does not yield. It knows it's future. ( and so do we) It's future is here, with the water lapping it's side. Small rippled offerings. I feel these soft strokes against my side. The air's fingers slide over my skin. green lichen clothes me. All these things feel me, reach inside of me. My surface is boundless. Each finger that touches carves niches and with each niche i feel more. Seeds take root, there roots delve into me seeking sustenance. I do not resist. instead I let my body dissolve.I become many. The wind carries me the waters kiss me. and the sun begins to set. the coolness of the air settles upon me. and so i stop.
~ love, Kelly
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in case you are confused, let me try and explain some of this. I found some old letters, that were once exchanged between myself and someone I met in a chat room, in jan 1995. His name is Kelly and We had an extraordinary friendship, that took root and then took flight. I am putting them in here, for myself, so that I can have them, and ~hold them close~. and remember who i was, when i was that girl so long ago ( a girl who feared becoming exactly what it is that I have become ) and now , from the distance of all these years, I need to remember them both. If they do not interest you, I am sorry. I will be working on this for a little bit longer. thank you for listening. thank you for seeing into me, not through me ~
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