
These are the backs of those same pages. On every back I have one thing that is the same: a yellow square with my personal chop stamped in red. My bro-in-law had the chop carved for me special with my name when he was in Singapore. It's very cool!
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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