7.13.99

Every week that goes by and I have to file my nails back again, I am reminded with ache how long it has been since I've seen him. ++ I think it is sad to write their names. A name is given with hope, maybe in remembrance of some cherished person. But when the name is penned by my hand onto the manila folder, it means something has gone wrong. And though the name still chimes with the original bestowment, it stings a little too knowing that the bearers themselves are so often depleted of that promise.

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