2002-05-03 11:26 a.m.
I had a dream about my friend Anna last night. I don't remember anything about the dream except she was in it. When I awoke I missed her and wondered where she was and what she was thinking about.
I blinked my and went to work.
If there exist words—exact words, sufficient words, robust words—to describe the lessons I have learned and am still learning from Anna, then these words exist somewhere else, a place I have not yet discovered. I really like the picture in the middle...there is a guilty pleasure in enjoying the way such a charming photo of my lovely friend can simultaneously remind me of Bug Eyed Earl from Red Meat.
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