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for three weeks from tonight i'll be out of touch,
i've been sending emails to people to let them know. but is it
necessary? one of my colleagues replied
'sweetheart, for the last thirty eight years you've been
mostly out of touch, so why bother letting people know about these three weeks?
any one who knows you doesn't need telling.'
i wasn't sure how to take this. is it funny? am i
really so vague? ah well. i've been reading the mails and wanting to respond to
so many over the last couple of months but i don't seem to have anything to say.
i'm hoping that three weeks of rest will let my mind wander about a bit and find
some new things.
i'm a naturist. i have to go somewhere to be naked
other than my house. this always seems a little strange to me, especially on hot
days on a beach where nudity is not permitted. i can't understand what
protection the little trangles of fabric are affording me? are they protecting
someone else from me? perhaps they provide some form of defence? someone once
suggested that it was a question of having some dignity, but i don't feel
undignified when i'm naked, why would i? i drop all these ideas along with the
pile of clothes on the floor and walk out into the air, i can feel the harsh
fabric of other peoples expectations drifting away from me as i step
into the sea and feel the cool water envelop my body, the salt pressing
into my pores. i feel stripped and clean, recycled.
i will think of everyone while i'm nakedly absent
and out of touch, my love to morrigan especially xx
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