Been thinking about you all day today. You were a child of the system that somehow was able to keep a shy quirky smile and a spirit that wasn't crushed until that night that you called me. I remember your wild and uncontrollable hair that still made you all the more beautiful and a personality that was warm and generous with what little you had. You were in such pain that night you called, but you wouldn't tell me where you were. I never heard from you again. I spent days looking for you after that night and years wondering what happen to you. You are a regret that I still carry with me everyday, always wondering what I can have done or said to pull you closer to me when you needed me the most. I miss you.
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Shit Rick you can write too! Man I'm going bleary-eyed looking at this. Such good material, real genuine depth of emotion in words and pictures. Drop me a line and we'll see what we can do, re: publishing, if that's where you want to take it??
flx@blueyonder.co.uk
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