Sunday, August 24, 2008

A tear in the fabric

I had a dream last night that I was walking up the street to get a coffee at Top Pot when I ran into some old friends I hadn't seen in years. As soon as we parted ways, I turned to my husband and said, "That was so crazy, running into them like that. It was like Facebook, only in real life." And I marveled at the thought all the way up the hill.

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