articulate, she called me. most of the time, i feel anything but. her ring rang me awake at after eleven. her - anticipating southern draw. it's been buried beneath a year of france with sometimes english spoken with canadians and californians. her voice was soft and soothing. a pleasantness that made me feel at ease. hearing hints of an ohian voice through miles of cable and wire, i hoped i wasn't boring her. this morning, i had the uncanny and obvious advantage of reading about our conversation through the voice of her diary. strange situation indeed. she knows i read, as i know she does as well. delightfully unarmored. static overcoming our voices like so many swarms of hornets invading our conversation. no awkward goodbye, only the static and mutual hanging up of uncharged portable phones. i smiled before going to sleep last night.