Monday, August 3, 2009

Gratitude (3)

G. made me laugh so hard in New York -- it was during the Mark Sanford days (cheap but fun) and we couldn't leave it alone. A few days later she wrote me to remind me that she had known me almost half her life, yet when we got together we lived in the present, not the past.
And this, also: I think I may have dreamed once of the coq au vin she shared with L. and I.

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