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2005-02-07 || 9:58 p.m. || . || our house was something of a dispatch tonight, making calls and calling back and giving word when i got it. good word but grave word and there were times on the phone when i thought i was detecting something, above the love and concern (those words kind of fail, don't they), that made me wish i could reach through the wires and bounce off satellites and give good hugs and try very hard to coordinate all the paper airplanes (get well and we love you in our handwriting inside the folds) directed at that hospital room. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |