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[Tuesday, Jun 20th | 6:01pm] |
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i'm going to be living/ going to school in england for the next year.
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| i always want to remember this |
[Tuesday, Feb 21st | 10:58am] |
THE CINNAMON PEELER by Michael Ondaatje
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek you could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh at this smooth pasture neighbor to your hair or the crease that cuts your back. This ankle. You will be known among strangers as the cinnamon peeler's wife.
I could hardly glance at you before marriage never touch you -- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers. I buried my hands in saffron, disguised them over smoking tar, helped the honey gatherers...
When we swam once I touched you in water and our bodies remained free, you could hold me and be blind of smell. You climbed the bank and said
this is how you touch other women the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter. And you searched your arms for the missing perfume.
and knew
what good is it to be the lime burner's daughter left with no trace as if not spoken to in an act of love as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.
You touched your belly to my hands in the dry air and said I am the cinnamon peeler's wife. Smell me.
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| happy birthday! |
[Monday, Jan 17th | 11:18am] |
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congratulations to my best friend Sean Ryan Lamere Pierce on becoming a man today!!
 i love you, boy. have a wonderful 18th birthday!! i'm anxious to talk to you as you are now matured and hopefully i'll discover that you now enjoy the smiths and a wide variety of vegetables.
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[Wednesday, Nov 17th | 9:51pm] |
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