Tuesday, January 18, 2005

A while back, the Poulet asked for a letter back that he wrote me last Feb. I didn't ask any question, but I am going through the piles of correspondence. Its so powerful, all these little traces of relationships, family members (my immediate family is religious about birthday cards, thank you cards and thinking-of-you-cards.. and you wonder why I am so potty about letters), past loves...

But no letters from the Chicken man. I'll keep looking. My curiousity is piqued.

what came first? the O or the U? Can't ever remember.

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