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Monday, March 29, 2004

 
i went up to rose cottage this weekend to pick up the rest of my stuff. Only then did it sink in that esther was gone from the house and that i no longer lived there either. Looking at my empty room before i left and est's room filled with foreign objects i had to accept that it was the end of that chapter of my life...

...but i know the friendships wont end. If time and distance come between us all (hopefully not) i will still love my biatches and remember all the good counsel they have given me over the years (even if i have foolishly chosen to ignore it).

now i've travelled across the ocean with the same shoes just longer hair. I still carry that picture in my wallet from the photo booth, yeh it's still there.





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