30 June 2007

1615 days later and no words. The errs of summer, committed to other things. I leave for Ireland in less than a week. What will that bring? To get away.

Tonight, washing dishes, I thought of you for a moment. You’ve come to me less lately. You are my Maud — that love let go.

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