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, October 02, 2005
Gathering on front steps
Just before we processed into the church with all our animals. Notice the big blue parrot on the guy's shoulder in the bottom right.
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