It's been a long time now since my two closest friends passed but I miss them no less. Their absence leaves a real vacuum in my life. No more venting over coffee, no more shared laughter at the absurdity of so much, no more re-energizing from common understanding. Being the Last Friend Standing has little to recommend it, in this context.
My last friend on my wave length lives in L.A., and we often exchange emails and occasionally talk on the phone. Her laughter is infectious, always sardonic, always accurate about whatever absurdity is in focus. She herself has a large family down there.
Well, I play the hand dealt to me.
My last friend on my wave length lives in L.A., and we often exchange emails and occasionally talk on the phone. Her laughter is infectious, always sardonic, always accurate about whatever absurdity is in focus. She herself has a large family down there.
Well, I play the hand dealt to me.
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