Here are the same ice crystals on the window, only not so close-up.
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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As a dislocated Kansas City native, I sure to miss the snow...!
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