08 June 2011
Sometime in the last month, I imagined that I had an extra month between April and July. And, now I find that I am writing sappy, nostalgic prose and missing David. Yesterday, I realized that in less than a month he will have been dead for one year. It seems the my internal clock is keeping correct time even when I refuse to live real time.
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