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.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
the tree turns flashes red and then green. Here J. caught it changing from one color to the next.
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