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.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
J. and Cocoa on the bus to go home after the big walk. Cocoa was pretty tuckered out.
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