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Today's mail brought four books from Amazon and a letter from my mother, written months ago but only sent now about her childhood growing up but why she never sold our house until I was 23, that brought tears to my eyes. I'm waiting for my phone to work so I can give her a call before she goes to bed (or finds a rerun of "What not to Wear" because she loves that show).
An old(er) friend was bumped into, and old friends and lives have been discussed tonight. Some evenings are intense in the most sublime ways.
An old(er) friend was bumped into, and old friends and lives have been discussed tonight. Some evenings are intense in the most sublime ways.