Dappled... I know that commenting wise you left the site, but I need to say that what you wrote was beautiful. I could feel those digitally typed words emit so much emotion. There was a rawness like a freshly cut wound but there were much deeper ravines than previously assumed. I felt anguish with under tones of something somber. A somberness that after all this time is finally able to be withdrawn... There were the hints of bitterness. A crunchy bitterness that is akin to stinging lemon juice being mixed in with burnt chicory. Its subtle like a pebble falling into water when no one is present. The action was never seen but the proof that it was there can be seen in the ripples it left behind. Finally, there's a fragile glimmer of Hope.
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I don't know how to quite put this into words but I'll try. I feel like there were so many things left unsaid that needed to be said. Things that I formulated answers to in my head but in the end I never really got to explain them. I can't help but to feel like the music was left off on sour notes... (When the time comes, I'll try to send an email that is less vague and more detailed.) I know that you had a concrete reason to leave the site with only a few remnants of your self left and I am in no way trying to drag you back but, how do I say this...?
What was your reaction to Margaret Thatcher's death?
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Dappled... I know that commenting wise you left the site, but I need to say that what you wrote was beautiful. I could feel those digitally typed words emit so much emotion. There was a rawness like a freshly cut wound but there were much deeper ravines than previously assumed. I felt anguish with under tones of something somber. A somberness that after all this time is finally able to be withdrawn... There were the hints of bitterness. A crunchy bitterness that is akin to stinging lemon juice being mixed in with burnt chicory. Its subtle like a pebble falling into water when no one is present. The action was never seen but the proof that it was there can be seen in the ripples it left behind. Finally, there's a fragile glimmer of Hope.
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I don't know how to quite put this into words but I'll try. I feel like there were so many things left unsaid that needed to be said. Things that I formulated answers to in my head but in the end I never really got to explain them. I can't help but to feel like the music was left off on sour notes... (When the time comes, I'll try to send an email that is less vague and more detailed.) I know that you had a concrete reason to leave the site with only a few remnants of your self left and I am in no way trying to drag you back but, how do I say this...?
I miss you and I am sorry.
-Avant