
Here's an in-process photo of the wire hearts I made for some "sweet love" pages that will be in a chunky book.
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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