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1985-12-16 December 16, 1985

Monday, December 16th, 1985 
                                                  December 16, 1985
                          Hi sweetie,
                 It was really nice to hear from you - It
         surprised me.  I had been wondering about you;  how
         you're managing, how everything is going, how things
         are at work, at home in Irvine, at Rose's, with Kathy
         etc ...  But I was waiting for you to give me the green
         light.  You have to do things your way. You're the one
         who sets the pace now as far as you and I stand.  I
         hope for friendship one day in the future.  in the
         meantime, I know it's rough for you.  Things could be
         worse you know.  I hope each day finds you a little
         stronger.  I hope you will meet a wonderful woman who
         will be ready for you, because by then you'll be ready
         too.  I hope a lot for you, babe.  And I hope you'll
         keep in touch when you feel like it, when it's right
         for you.  Hope to hear from you.  I'll write.
                                       Love,
                                          Lise

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-12-29

Sunday, December 29th, 1985 
            Kathy's skin and passion are like mine.
              Her lovers and confusions
              Her career and her heart
              are as stubbornly Irish as I am
            We look at each other
              across our lovers and years
              these marriages
              and all our comings and goings.
            We're growing older and wiser
              and more scarred from our lives
              and our friendship keeps growing deeper
              while our love remains the same.
                                    gallagher
                                    29 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1986-01-02

Thursday, January 2nd, 1986 

            Softly … come softly … come the rain
              in grays and blues.
              The winter’s wind, the closed out sky.
            I’m here … waiting … for the rain,
              I’ve been here for years
              waiting for this season to wash me clean.
            Somewhere … beyond the rain
              lies Leningrad and Mexico City,
              Vancouver and Australia.
            Time to let the rain wash me away
              from these people and places
              that tie me down in a changing world.
            I want to be a Buddha or a Saint
              or a madman … I want to be something
              no more waiting and rusting in the rain.
            Such faces and turmoil …
              cultures and insights
              wait for me … alone.
                                 gallagher
                                 2 Jan 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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