Friend I've yet to touch, I drink your words.
You mourn your dead dad with painful eloquence and expose your vulnerability with grace.
We'll meet on the Cape and our kids will play at the beach.
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2 comments:
Yes, we will.
This touched me deeply. So glad our paths have crossed. Perhaps our fathers managed it for us.
Indeed, we will.
Be well today.
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