"My mind traffics in the expected and the pleasing, and the words fall into obvious patterns, which makes me crazy. More and more, I feel like the only thing I can do is point. Try and direct attention to some fragment that matters to me and hope that somehow it triggers a connection. Or maybe just situates us on lounge chairs on the same pool deck, seeing the same things in the same place, but making whatever we want of it."
stephanie, of even cleveland,
is usually pointing in the right direction.
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