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.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Back to the Seed Art
This is fun, but it looks so, hmmm, not handmade. It looks like a computer laid out a kind of paint by number and someone just followed it. I don't know. Maybe I'm not giving Laura enough credit.
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