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, September 23, 2007
More Seed Art
Cheney: the Root of All Evil, or the "Vice[s]"
Now, remember, it's from Hormel pronounced like "normal."
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