This is the library where I work. This view is of the front of the building. The library is actually on the left half of the building, at least the public part is.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
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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.
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