I miss him, sometimes, and I miss her, and out of nowhere last night I remembered the snow falling softly in Brooklyn. And I don’t remember now why I left New York, or what I’m looking for in London. But that’s life, I suppose, or something like it.
Sometimes I think about my life, and it appears, in my mind, a long panoramic reel from left to revealing right.
posted by stellou at 1:53 PM
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And we miss you.
I keep thinking, "Pretty soon, it will be cool again and I can have people over for tea. Let's see, I'll invite Maud, and Vio, and Jill, and Stell-- Shit."
It sucks. But I speak English much better than I speak French, so I was thinking maybe I'd come visit sometime . . .
oh, tea. i like tea. shit. WAIT A SECOND, i think they have tea in england. a rumour i hear. that's right, i said: "r-u-m-o-u-r."
please come. i will make you tea. (you can make the cake.)
you're going because London is closer to Paris, and, eventually, to Marseille...
well well well
Little Miss Mo
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