Wednesday, September 29, 2010


I was looking for a certain book today and found an old stationary box that I had kept because of its whimsical drawing.  The theme of the stationary was "The Art of Dreams," and I remember using that paper, sending letters to friends, picking out just the right image for each friend.  The box was crushed and I wondered if I should throw it away.  On impulse I looked inside and found a single note, written in purple ink.  I suddenly remembered this student always wrote in purple.  What struck me was the date and time of the note, its brevity, and its fullness in what it managed to say:

10:33 p.m.

A lot has happened lately...J. & I are divorced, I have a house and a regular Tradesmen Job???  Who woulda thunk it...

I'd love to talk w/ u ...

heart-- A.

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