{"id":414,"date":"2005-08-01T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-02T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=393"},"modified":"2005-08-01T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-08-02T06:00:00","slug":"free","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=414","title":{"rendered":"free."},"content":{"rendered":"

“What’s one<\/i> mean?” asked the man with the mannequin head in a plastic grocery bag on the seat next to him.<\/p>\n

I unpretzeled myself in my chair, relieved to know that for the last five minutes he’d been contemplating my arm and not my crotch.<\/p>\n

I laughed too long. “That’s how many people I’m responsible for,” I finally answered.<\/p>\n

He had the most wonderful, open, appreciative laugh. I wished him a good flight and boarded yet another airplane.<\/p>\n

Sometimes it astounds me that it’s possible to know you’ll remember someone forever, yet will never see them again.<\/p>\n

-=-<\/p>\n

It used to frustrate me that I often had stories of sights and experiences, but not the descriptions to do them justice. Now I realize that those are the most treasured, because they’re mine to hold. The memories fade, but not the feeling. I can call to mind a hundred different moments that instantly bring tears to my eyes. Life is so wordlessly beautiful sometimes.<\/p>\n

-=-<\/p>\n

I’ll be back soon with photos and the like! But now, I must catch up on some sleep.<\/p>\n

Zzz.
Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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