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
Sparkle Sparkle
Sparkly sun on the creek water (non-muddy part of creek). I love how the shadows fall on the rocks under the water. I have this photo on my desktop right now.
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