Reconnecting

March 9, 2011


Wrapped an old friend around me.

Like a blanket.

This weekend.

A welcome home.

To myself. Of now.

And to myself. Of old.

And times somewhat forgotten. 

Talked.

And laughed.

In conversation.

That spans the years.

And generously leaves room.

For change.

And new lives.

And growing older.

The kind of friendship.

That makes you count.

Your blessings.

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