Woke up from dreams about a friend I miss so much. Some interactions last year marooned our friendship, and I haven’t entirely processed that. Pieces of hurt feeling still sail through my subconscious and slice me open.
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Fiction writer. Public librarian. Online diarist since 1998. Gamer since birth. Partner to @FunkyPlaid. Always writing things down with nice pens. She/her. View all posts by Halsted M. Bernard