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Linda

she was in the hallway the other day while waiting for a meeting.  tiredness had replaced her usual energetic love for everything around and she stood awkwardly still, hands clasped in front of her, while i casually asked how her day was going. she answered, “uhh… not good actually, but that’s okay.”  i hadn’t really… Continue reading Linda

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yeats

“HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet, Tread softly because… Continue reading yeats

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another time

i have a million saved drafts here in the private workings of louissa.com.  some i deemed not clever enough to amuse while others revealed too much of the soul for your eye to see and so they were never published.  but they’re here.  someday i’ll go through them and find amusement at unfinished sentences, long… Continue reading another time

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ohme. ohmy.

i turn 22 tomorrow.  twenty-two. doesn’t that seem ancient when compared to the simple and ordinary and young sound of 21? i have a reputation for adoring my very own birthday (i think everyone secretly feels the same way about their own special day — they just don’t like to openly admit it) and although… Continue reading ohme. ohmy.