i hope you didn't notice me staring, wide-eyed and mouth agape. it's just that i didn't expect to see you three times in one day. i remembered passing you this morning on my way into town. there aren't many hitchhikers around here so any body on the roadside is new. summer still sweeps through the air but your shoulders were hunched as you clutched a half eaten sandwich to your chest. i slowed down to 50 as i passed you by and i remember thinking rhetorically 'Jesus?'. must have been the long brown hair - yours matches the nearly every church painting.
you can imagine my surprise then when three hours later i saw you again; i guess i assumed someone would pick you up on their way. this time, we were both heading the same direction. i might have stopped to drive you the remaining few miles into town if i wasn't already late for work. i didn't know you were headed to the store, that i would see you here now.
the people i work for, they needed me to run an errand and pick up some milk. do you see me? probably not, you must pass a lot of cars and faces walking 20 miles in a day. you're heading in and i'm just leaving, but i want to say hi. your sandwich is gone; are you still hungry? i would buy you something to eat, if i had time. but they needed me back at the office, sorry.
maybe next time?
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My Abbie,
Why is it you aren't writing your own "Blue Like Jazz" and having it published?
It's been a while since I checked out your blog. Your writing style and choice of words is quite simply gripping - so vernacular but with large doses of profundity, I'd say.
You need to think about writing something and getting it published. Don't waste your writing talent - lift it up.
Love you :)
P.S.
I LOVE that NC song - "When you're here, baby I am strong, no sign of weakness....with you gone, baby I am hanging by a thread." Ahhh, classic NC:)
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