275. Baba

A good time to reflect upon exactly how much I've removed myself from kinship and general human touch. (Tangible, amicable vibe in the air.) I get surprised by such small exchanges these days...

Or, simply, this is the spark of post-separation reunions - a familiar effect that, though well-understood and well-experienced, nevertheless weaves its magic.

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Unrelatedly, facilitated by air-chilling goosebumps-inducing never-ending rain, I gave in to indifference (and laziness) and skipped open-theater-Gotye tonight. Stamping my (happily dry) feet until Deg comes to tour the U.S. once more - and making myself mental notes (too scared to call them promises) that I will follow them if there is more than one show on the East Coast.

2013...?