Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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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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Okay, are you trying to make me angry?
I spend every day for two months looking for a new post here, and now there are 37 new posts.
It's enough to make me jealous of your dollies.
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