Patterns.

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I saw it.  In pieces, bits, parts, over a short time?

I enjoyed, immensely.  Hmm?  Oh, here.

I could be her Picasso.  She wouldn't be my first.  If I was still into Americans.

And, this next, I get.  I know why.  She does too.  Howls in the wind.

Mother?  Sister, daughter, love, lover, friend, enemy.  So... many names.

Not at all laughing.  Just... noticing.  Damn, but... noticing... everything.

Schadenfreude-boner?  I... think so.

Not... trying to be cruel, just honest?  And, now, thinking.  As... well as possible, given the givens.  It's truly not hate, or judgment, or more than... noticing.

Loving?  I think so.  And... more than the simple, if not all that complex either.

I... have things to do.  Later.