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I was replying to a locked post about unresolved endings in choirsoftheeye's livejournal, and it struck me: my unresolved endings are all about relationships. That the landmarks in my life are relationships.

I was reflecting about how it had gotten that way, and what that said about my life, and whether that was something good or not, when the books bedfull_o_books was rearranging on the top shelf of one of the bookcases started cascading down. Then she was being struck by something much more tangible, and I got up and went to help her with them.

(She's fine, btw.)