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.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Squish the Ball
Notice how this tennis ball in Cocoa's mouth is not round: she is squishing it flat until she conquers it and it breaks.
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