a smooth stone in my pocket

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Like a smooth stone in my pocket that’s been put there long ago and then delightedly found, twice this week I’ve been lucky enough to talk and laugh with old friends who live far away. Not part of each others daily lives, it’s easy to forget our close connection.  What unmitigated pleasure it is to have them pop back in, with shared histories, currently divergent lives and mutual love.

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