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[miz_anneliese]

So I actually picked up a box today from the basement with the intent of starting the whole scanning in/throwing away project. The first thing I stumbled upon was a bunch of old notes from an ex. I picked them up, read a few, smiled at the intensity of emotion that one feels in high school, when love is built on dreams and flights of fancy.
And even though I haven't thought of them, picked them up, even remembered they were there, for YEARS, I'm having a lot of trouble with the idea of scanning them in and throwing them away. There's something about the tangibility of them, of knowing I'm touching the same place he did, holding them up to read words of love painstakingly written during class, pencil marks fading with time, that is making it very difficult to think about pitching them in the trash, to rot amongst the cat litter and coffee grounds.
I am too much a sentimentalist, and have too hard a time letting go.

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[trav.livejournal.com]

Isn't that part of the reason some things get burned instead of just trashed?

[miz-anneliese.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I thought of that just after I posted... I think I'll email mom (or she'll see it here) and ask if I can bring up stuff to burn in her beautiful backyard. I NEED to get rid of some of my "stuff", because pretty soon no one ever will help me move, and it's just too much to take with me all the time.

Fire...hehheh...fire

[mzollo77.livejournal.com]

Sure. As a matter of fact I have a bag full of Jamie's letters that I'd also like to release to the Universe. I asked A and he said we could have a fire in the backyard here as long as we keep a bag of marshmallows and sticks nearby, because then we're 'cooking'. Eh, whatevah. Not 'till the weather's better, though. We'll have the new Buddha out back by then, too. Very nice and Zen and peaceful.. :)

HI TRAV!!!!

Re: Fire...hehheh...fire

[trav.livejournal.com]

Hi A's Mom! *waves like a loon*