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, February 11, 2006
O'o
Little birdie. I've never head of the O'o before, but evidently it's from Hawaii and might be extinct.
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