we sat across from each other at a decades-old wooden picnic table, the physical barrier a symbol of the heart-barrier between us. it was hot; i hate being hot and i…
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it’s like torture to untie myself from the computer, or from a good book, or from a new recipe. sometimes i get settled into my chair and focused on other worlds…
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a few weeks ago, we snuck away on a saturday morning and had a date. mid-day. we brunched and talked and held hands and wandered through ikea. this is an act…