Push playback on my virtually ignored home answering machine and hear the soothing sweet voice of one mister j.h. of j+s saying,
Springtime weather reminds me of you.
Everything reminds me of you.
You remind me of you.
Followed by:
This is a poem I wrote for you, S.
God. I love love love these guys. J has NO idea how much I needed that just then. It more than makes up for making me the keeper of that phenomenally creepy and persistent Prayer Doll that will not disappear from my life. Really. Well, maybe.
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