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, August 19, 2006
It's a Good Stick
Cocoa likes big sticks. They get smaller the longer she plays with them, as parts get gnawed off.
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