Jul 14, 2007 23:39
I'm not the boy who goes for wood in winter and comes back in spring with a whistle. But though it was seemingly the wrong tree to bark up, I'm just glad for the reassurance. Rediscovering that cat was a breath of relief, a resurrection. Happiness is for me, too. Moving on, again...
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I was telling everyone, "My friend from Israel is visiting me!"
Hope you're well.
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