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April 17, 2012
Consider this the point in our reader/writer relationship where we can sit across the table from each other in a cozy nook, each eating our breakfast (an enormous plate of home fries for me, a heap of French toast for you, coffee for both), or sitting side by side on a train, each reading a book (Ray Bradbury for me, William Burroughs for you, comics for both), not saying a word, so comfortable in our silence that we're not worried about what the other is thinking or if the other person is "mad", safe in the depth of our connection.