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.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
I love my doggie! And yet she refuses to pose nicely. She's like, "Can I go now?"
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