Thursday, June 19, 2008

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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.

2 comments:

Mrs. Chicken said...

Yes, we will.

This touched me deeply. So glad our paths have crossed. Perhaps our fathers managed it for us.

Meg said...

Indeed, we will.

Be well today.