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.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Cocoa helps with the laundry: I sort it on the floor, she lays on top of it.
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