Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Friday, May 20, 2005
I know it's a weed, but when you look at just one, isn't it an amazing little spaceship?
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