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Merry Christmas, I suppose.

There's no care taken when there's no one taking care.

I thought I grew out of the hopeless romanticism.

Illumined, yes. Consider me illumined.
Not to mention this sense of strength and sangha and love so absolute.

Kiss on the knee.

Best of all was probably sitting in your little car in the city parking lot, on the look-out and grinning and eating Turkish almond cookies, sharing common fears and waiting with something more than patience.

Easy.

Even asleep I know it can't be my bed. No Bukowski under the pillow. No sweater sleeves tied up in sheets. Actually, no pillow or sheets.
I wake up and don't know where exactly I am. I can't place anything. It happens in daylight too.