the best text ever that should have come from… well, another time and place.

Damn. You remind me so much of why I miss(ed) you, and Grad school, ie: Western literacy/cosmopolitanism. _My Dinner with Andre_: actually actual, not actually impossible. You remind me why I love books and bookishness above fucking all. Gracias doctora, muchisima. O to the X.

It is rather amazing how someone so literally and figuratively distant knows exactly what to say to me. [Though the where and when and prefatory remarks leave room for greater intuitive prowess…] Still, he knows me. That is for sure.

Ahhh… the sweetness of the crush.

Vaya con dios, Dr. Man.

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About Amanda

I am repatriating expatriate trying to work it all out. Well, to work some of it out anyhow. I am writing here for sanity, focus and general over-sharing.
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