fire & ice


I’m writing this as I listen to the crackle of my fireplace and feel its warm glow on my face, and occasionally warm my hands in its heat which are frozen from the 20lb turkey that’s thawing in my sink.  Tonight I’ve been cleansing my apartment and my soul in preparation for Sunday’s pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving and, I think, in preparation for moving a little further away from my past.  Tonight I purged myself of over 10 years of love notes, trinkets, mementos, keepsakes, and reminders of relationships long past… all given over to the flames.

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