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someone left a message on my callwave, pausing in our IM conversation to do so. it's not that there is no value on talking in text, or through distance. i'd be the last one to try and devalue that, as all my closests are all miles away, and i can only talk to many of them this way.
but to put a voice to words ... especially given what was said, what it was about; to *hear* the inflictions and lifts and lilts in tone, and feeling, that just blew me away. it's callwave, so if i want to save it i can't save it elsewhere save for in the message box, but i will never be rid of it. my days haven't been all that dark this week, but something's just been missing for awhile. a lot of it my fault, but i can't just erase over a decade of programming in a month, or a week, or a year. but i do try. it's just for every step forward something knocks me back three. this week it was class.
but he erradicated that in a sixty second message.
thank you, kevin.
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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