Nov 18, 2003

Sweet at the Bottom

I got up early and had coffee with my dad. And we talked for hours. And sometimes I felt smart. And sometimes I felt wise. And sometimes I felt anxious. But I have to get on the road, so I wriggled out of an uncomfortable topic just as it was gathering steam. And he hugged me and told me he loved me, and it made me cry.

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