A truth

I am sad. I can paint my office CornCob yellow. I can soothe myself by wandering the Cal campus at night. I can pray Evening Prayer and find that the psalm could have been my own words. I can call all my friends, so true they have been. I can pull myself together day by day. But I can’t stop the pain. I hurt.

I miss him.

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