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mi amiga de la musica:

this is what i've been waiting for from you. your thoughts are worth their weight in diamonds. thank you.

you have a sincerity and courage that makes me admire you more than ever. bravo for not holding back, for not giving in to fear and insecurity and convention. your being true to perception, i believe, will bring us all closer to reality. i think embracing love -- and how obvious is your embrace -- must be the path into some greater landscape, some vista where all is much clearer and more pure and right and safe. you are a dear, true sister.

some nice reads:

"my looking glass house is mexico, and the black kitten is my heart--and the best part is that it's not a dream, because i have been discovering wonderful things."

"the vendor's cheer begins on the same note each time, then increases in volume, his voice rising up a quasi-musical scale as he yells "tamales!", letting the last syllable ring out and linger for awhile before starting all over again."

"humans seem to have an inner dynamo that kicks in when the worst happens. be it due to faith or genetics or both, people are all faced with the obligation to be a phoenix. and so many, against incredible odds, succeed."

"i don't think i could ever stop believing that things have happened in my life for a good reason, or for a cause larger than my own individual plans."

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and by the way,
i think it's disgusting that you're a cat person.

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como siempre,
my affection.

Lori

Your Sundays sound divine. I am so jealous that you're taking dancing lessons! I want Michael and I to do this so badly (he's actually said he wouldn't mind...)! I can just picture you two "sweatering" it all over the dance floor. The epitome of romance in my opinion. I have no doubt that Patricio will trade his second left foot in for a right and drink that potion #9 and take his rightful place on the groove godhood throne! And I am not worried about your dancing ability, Alisa--I've seen you boogie hard on your camera phone, remember?!
~Lori

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