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 07, 2008
Fused Glass
I like shiny things. Isn't it neato how this looks gooey and sharp at the same time?
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