Dave's gone.
I don't need consoling. He's not here, and I miss him horribly, but I'm trying to just keep busy. It was wonderful, and somehow that makes it easier to bear. He's perfect, and I love him.
The film festival has arrived at just the right time for me. Today I watched Shouf, Shouf Habibi!, a Dutch film about Moroccans. (Alie, have you
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