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Friday, 21 October 2011
Marion. @ 21:50

I knew her as that girl who was very accomplished in the French language. She had an absorbing mannerism that anticipated she was collected and serene. It was not until universities were discussed that I found out she was interested in film. One would say it was on impulse, but we shall think of it as no-nonsense when I invited her to undertake in some film festivities. A few months later, having just known each other’s names and faces, we were on a flight. I remember seeing her snow boots for the first time and thinking that an adolescent with sensible attire is nothing short of intriguing. Why I focused on the boots is still a mystery though at the same time, it is quite marvelous. The trip was fantastic; the evidence of a lasting friendship was subtle. We confirmed ourselves as film festival allies and planned for the following year. It was the time between each festival that we became better acquainted. Firstly in the obvious common interests then secondly in inspirations and personalities. If you were to see us sway our ways through Park City streets you would think us friends. We are; however, we are also counterpart results of similar yesteryear's. Our childhoods were indulged in comparable lifestyles yet we survived differently. I found it enticing when I came to this conclusion, whether she feels the same way is of her own opinion, but this is what makes her of the essence to myself.

On first meeting, her disposition will be contradictory to what you thought it would be and will she not seem sane when you first speak with her via typed words. Her sense of humor and honesty is rare so approach it cautiously and with delight. She will not force herself to emit her life story to you at this first meeting nor will she disrespect you if you do, but she will have the highest regard of your voice and ears. As she feels more content with you, she will deliver a narrative of her past, present and/or future, and I can guarantee you will find something priceless in the content and form. That collected and serene manner of hers will not be set in black and white for anyone to easily find, but for those who will value it. With time, this only gets better. As evidence, two years later and at an obscene hour, I declared us future roommates and she, without delay, sent me apartment do-it-yourself blogs, location ideas and cat names.


On a side note, our story and stories will be tragedies of two comical beings, in a respectable sense, and it will be wonderful.

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Marion & Julia.
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