I had forgotten the pure joy of sitting by
the fire late into the night talking over
so many things . . . beliefs, sorrows,
tragedies, wonders, memories, hopes
and dreams. I often enjoy the marriage
of silence and fire, but the words simply
stumbled out of my mouth unaided. We
used to call it . . . "Solving the world's
problems." Most likely, giving vent to
our own thoughts, saved the day for us.
I have so miss you . . . missed us . . .
when will I see you again?
a gift from the gods
the wonder of a bestie
ever so grateful
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