My friend's friend is gone, and I am crying, tears running down my neck and soaking into my clothes and my collie.

"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
never fully understanding the necessary plan."

(Irving Townsend)


Love you.
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