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.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Cocoa gives J. a hug after he comes back from a bike ride--notice the week-old vacation beard!
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