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T I M E

Everything is in constant shift, as much as I feel things may remain the same or perhaps move too quickly. I'm not really sure if things are coming, going, or are stuck in neutral, a mental cul de sac or a dead end if you wish. I knew the effects of change would eventually catch up to me and slap me H A R D. It was just difficult to approximate when, again this everlasting T I M E thing. Sure enough my 'comfortably numb' feelings (or lack thereof) towards the effects of a dissatisfying working environment and an altered family base have also reversed or maybe erupted.

Ever notice how you can feel yourself crumble?

O L D . F R I E N D S

Spoke to an old friend from college, we were a part of a group of five. It's nearly been five years.

F I V E . Y E A R S

The thoughts of the seasons that have past and the time spent so seemingly frivolously echo and cease. I miss her, our group and the laughter. We had become like hand blown glass, shaped, colored and molded into something singular, admirable and eventually shattered. Competitive projects and ensuing thesis planned and created by teachers in search of a national award, they wanted to be the best at our expense, the expense of our friendship. I am still angry with that, even now.

W E . W E R E . F A M I L Y

M A N D Y 's married now, my little 'manster' had always wanted to be a bride.

S H E E L I E 's as creative, innovative and forgiving as she has always been.

J E N 's found herself a "blue blood" and is settling down between Boston and Nantucket, she always said she would.

J E N (S) 's hooked up with a fine Irish bloke with a wooden leg deeper than hers.

T O S T I ' s current location remains unknown.

B U T . I . S T I L L . H A V E . T H E . P I C T U R E S

…we always seemed to wear the same shade of lipstick

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