08.22.26

Understanding was a matter of love, but also of something smaller than it. I remember R handing me a book and saying I made all those notes in it when I was 28. I wasn't 28 yet at the time, it still seemed so far away. Now at 30, I look at my life and see how short the story has been so far. I made all these notes in it, every time I thought it would be the last time. 

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The weather is cooling down and I am trying to return to myself. And by myself, I mean the Earth. Outside there is the wet dirt, crickets, and airplanes overhead.