from the original "love letters" blog:
d) does anyone else think of people as landscapes? Or perhaps more appropriately, as land masses? I saw an old picture of an ex the other day, and I realized that all the language running through my brain was the language of map-makers and geologists. Like they were a physical place I had traveled to, rather than someone I had known. I was intrigued and then instantly impressed. Because I am a bastard who will treat you like a continent.
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