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 05, 2006
Purty View
In the morning before opening: Study tables next to windows with a great view. Stacks reflected in the window.
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