Saturday, December 31, 2005

txtual healing

I go out I think of my dad... Everything reminds me of him, especially the the things that weren't hiim, but he'd have an opinion about. I miss him and I don't even understand it... but I do understand what it means to miss somethign that won't be able to swing by, pass through, or ring you on the phone.

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