A very slow correspondence

A letter to a friend that I have been writing for a very long time. A letter that grew too big for its britches (somewhat like its author). A letter that just oozes on and on rather than coming to end like a dignified letter would.

Monday, April 23, 2007

He's here!


Oliver-who-won't-come-out has become just plain old Oliver, a real person. He is not plain at all, though, he's very beautiful... He got here at 5:28 this morning. I can tell you this: one can be intellectually prepared to see a human being slide out of one's sister and still find it an absolutely stunning experience.

I just came home to get a couple of hours of sleep and a shower... I have to leave for New Orleans tomorrow, which kind of sucks.

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