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i’m am officially unemployed (for the moment) what if this is the time for me to finish my jegulus magnum opus….
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Just realized next month is four (4) years since ST4, meaning 4 years since Eddie Munson came into my life, and 4 years since I was last sane wow how time flies
How I feel after only needing to send my thesis to my university repository to graduate
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A poem by Pamela Gillilan
Four Years
The smell of him went soon from all his shirts. I sent them for jumble, and the sweaters and suits. The shoes held more of him; he was printed into his shoes. I did not burn or throw or give them away. Time has denatured them now.
Nothing left. There will never be a hair of his in a comb. But I want to believe that in the shifting housedust minute presences still drift: an eyelash, a hard crescent cut from a fingernail, that sometimes between the folds of a curtain or the covers of a book I touch a flake of his skin.
Pamela Gillilan (1918-2001)
Pamela Gillilan was born in London, married in 1948 and moved to Cornwall in 1951. This poem, written after the death of her husband David, first appeared in her collection That Winter (Bloodaxe, 1986) which was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Poetry Prize.
Ain't no way I just thought about that Ginger Fuck from Genshin Impact