a friend of mine set me up with her roommate, a tall cute girl from South Carolina who invited me to her place for feta spinach burgers and homemade sweet potato fries. less than six weeks later, this tall cute girl was stricken by meningitis, which left her hospitalized, infirm, and burdened with an unfortunate moniker.
but this is beside the point.
the point is that the pairing never took, and i left her apartment that night with my pants vibrating. at that time i was still fascinated by text messaging and its bizarre mongrelized IM cum telegraph articulation, and when i opened my phone there was a message from Mardou. the specifics of her query were less important than her tenor, and i called back immediately, telling her that sadly, the answer to her question was "no."
we proceeded to meet at midnight and walk her dog under a full moon, passing along the way a trio of reiki healers and a pair of lovers making love on the sand. her boyfriend phoned during the walk, a call she chose not to answer, and this night on the beach proved to be the first in a trinity. two weeks of full moons in the dying days of summer, raindancing with our sister and swimming in the dark...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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