
Mom posing in her new shawl that I knit her. I started this back in April for Mother's Day but it took a wee bit longer than I expected. I think she likes it.
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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