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why imagine?

When We're Together everything is better, lighter, funner. Our other friends might go out of control. They clammer with the chase off towards the horizons of endless buzz. You offer me great rest. Sudden success come from us working together. All of the jonesing of our friends will be cured. Temperate drinking, celebration in correct season. Weeks from now another party, another wild midnight boatride. For now it is weeks of working: planting, fixing, mowing, painting, auto repairs, and terse emails. All that I might imagine could never be as good as what you offer unexpectedly. As awesome as I imagine you're always better. and best when unexpectedly you bestow well thought reasons that we should hang out, have a meal, share it with our friends. When we spend the day together, imperfect we both are apart. But perfect together. And the perfection continues on through the rest of the week, month year life lifetimes always better because of you even though our paths diverge. And when they reconverge it is always better than I could imagine. You're better than I ever imagine so why imagine? It would just create a false idea of you and keep me from getting to know you even better, so I can see your flaws and hurts and needs so I can craft the kinds of prayers that might help you. But it's just letting you be that works the best, and letting you introduce me a little at a time to the many other wonderful things about you that I didn't know before. And I can do the same too. We do this for each other without even knowing it. It is always better when I don't imagine what you will say or do. You're always better than what I might imagine. So why imagine? I've found a gold mine in you. How could you ever disappoint me? When you have flaws that you want to over come I'll support you in all of your hardship. And when you need to be alone I pray that I let you alone. I fear, from what was before that you might think I'm being overwhelming. But you're always better than I imagine. So why imagine? If I overwhelm you'll maybe get me to back off. Or you won't imagine how I'll be, you'll let me be better than you imagine, if you imagine. Sometimes I think I don't deserve a friend like you. But why imagine what I deserve. It's always better when I don't imagine about friends, but let them be better than can be imagined. June 5, 2010
trees against the dusk, March 2008 The light of twilight along the highway, with the ISO at 1600, allows for one to take a fleeting photo of the hills off to the side of hte highway.  The ev value is set to minus 2.0 or near there.  Then the picture produced looks like a scene from a gothic film.  The sky has a blue cast, it is surreal.  You see the full shilloutte of an oak tree on a far away hill.  Shilloutted trees abound in this photo, blurred, like you are leaving a halloween party where you drank the kool-aid or the ice-tea and maybe you shouldn't have . . .

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