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, May 17, 2007
I don't remember this guy's name, but he was sweet and I pet him. He's one of the oldsters who went walking that day.
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