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captainsblog(Or maybe it's on time. Hell, I never did figure out how that pesky meridian worked.)
Some people you know through what they do. I have no idea what she does- just that she does it in a bunch of amazing places, some of them the other side of 180° longitude.
Some, you associate with when you met them in real life. Never have.
Some have attachments to a place you shared. Which we did- she went to U of R, and until recently drove a car from Dick Ide Pontiac, the subject of the dirtiest joke nobody outside the 585 will ever understand- but we never met there and that's still not it.
Some are just strikingly beautiful. And she is, particularly her smile, but that's not quite it, either.
No, it's that in just about everything I read, and see, about this one named Michelle, it's why she's smiling. It's the company she keeps, and contributes to.
She dances, but not alone. In almost all the experiences she writes and posts photos about, there are always friends sharing the moment with her who, you can just tell, are immensely special to her, and she to them. (One of the closest of them happens to be named Sam, thus explaining the otherwise inexplicable icon.)
She is, in sum, a friend among friends. One I am privileged to count among that number, however electronically.
Birthday hugs from me, and hopefully that massage from someone closer and sooner, to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shinuhana:)
Some people you know through what they do. I have no idea what she does- just that she does it in a bunch of amazing places, some of them the other side of 180° longitude.
Some, you associate with when you met them in real life. Never have.
Some have attachments to a place you shared. Which we did- she went to U of R, and until recently drove a car from Dick Ide Pontiac, the subject of the dirtiest joke nobody outside the 585 will ever understand- but we never met there and that's still not it.
Some are just strikingly beautiful. And she is, particularly her smile, but that's not quite it, either.
No, it's that in just about everything I read, and see, about this one named Michelle, it's why she's smiling. It's the company she keeps, and contributes to.
She dances, but not alone. In almost all the experiences she writes and posts photos about, there are always friends sharing the moment with her who, you can just tell, are immensely special to her, and she to them. (One of the closest of them happens to be named Sam, thus explaining the otherwise inexplicable icon.)
She is, in sum, a friend among friends. One I am privileged to count among that number, however electronically.
Birthday hugs from me, and hopefully that massage from someone closer and sooner, to
shinuhana:)