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at fifteen, going around half-cocked, still unsure, wandering, she found herself in the back of the video store trying to find a copy of ~something~. she picked up the case with you on the cover. it was then that she felt something quiver inside her. most of her friends would say that it was a crush. they couldn't understand. she got home, smelled the lavender, walked in, sat on the couch, and put in the tape. she got brought into a world far enough from her own, but not entirely.
and that's when you appeared to her again: stringy haired, all gas station jackets, slouch, smoke, and swagger. it was not like looking in a mirror. no, it was not _not_ like looking in a mirror either. at fifteen, you illuminated a path for her. at fortythree, with "bible silver corner" drifting through the dark purpled theater, you brought her home. on stage, still standing with slouch, smoke and swagger. she knew then that it was fate that brought you in orbit. you were a teacher, a model, a hero to a girl who didn't know who she was yet.
you never signed up for this: too many dreams of too many girls, placing their imprimaturs on your life. this one, no different than any other. sad, lost, confused. trying to find her voice. a voice like yours, smoky polished topaz, hazy like the horizon, gentle but unhalting. a voice in a choir of angels, riding on the backs of rockets, getting more and more lift through the atmosphere to get them and the girls like her home to the kingdom of God. this is your voice, itself slackened, slouched, smoking and swaggering.
she heard you tell her, and the world, that you were going out to get some scrump. she didn't blame you, get in your way, want you to leave. she knew you would be back, some time, somehow, with a bundle of flowers at your back (violets, pansies, a few daisies and parrot tulips). the flowers weren't for her, but they'd sit on her table just the same. you'd sit with her, sipping chamomile tea with lavender honey and whiskey, and prepare once again to sing her to sleep.
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