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.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Ah...Spring, finally
Our plum tree this morning in the backyard. Smells really good, too.
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