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Jun 17, 2010 18:01

Each time you move, friends drop like flies.
Friends who you would've thought would always be there.
I've moved a few times, and have learned who I can count on.
I am expecting the same during this move.

What a weird feeling it is to sit down and have a conversation with someone and be fairly sure that this will be the last time you will ever see them and in some cases talk to them.

I was sitting with a client having coffee, telling her that I was moving, and she started to cry.
She looked out the window and commented on the birds, so I looked out.
about 75 blackbirds flying in circles near the coffee shop.
Aline is still with me.
That, I can always count on.
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