We don't speak for months, sometimes years on end;
but every time the connection re-knits as if we've never
been apart, and we're able to pick up where we left off.
Still, life --and death--talk their toll, and the pain in
your
voice filled space last night as you talked about our
friend,
"never sick a day in her life" now suddenly
dying of an
inoperable something; symptomless save a pain behind
her eye that comes and goes...not expected to live out the winter.
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