I now know why Mollie, Tweed and Nathaniel were constantly searching for Mack, Josquin and Sheldon when their animal friends were gone. Something intrinsic is missing. Things seem dulled, feelings of connection are set adrift.
I know what you were looking for, and why you couldn't stop looking for it.
The boat is unmoored. The waters are uncharted.
"Bob...where are you?" I kept saying out loud to no one today.
"What's happening?"
"Where am I?" my brain answers.
Where indeed.
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| Spring 2024 / Good Memory |
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