About eight hours from home. I owe everyone in the world an email but would like to hear your voice after not hearing your voice for nearly two weeks now. Call me today if you'd like and if I'm not lost or traffic bogged, I'll answer. Or just wait: I'm picking up the phone today. I missed you.
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Fogged the windows with the shower. Fourth floor, looking out. Above the trees, on the glass, a trace of someone who stood on the a/c unit and wrote
Jesus
and drew a long tear-shaped heart beneath it. And because I took a long shower and left the curtain open, it remains for me to see.
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One word and one image to write in the condensation on the glass. What is it?
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I think it's not what I see.
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