Facebook flashback reminded me that this beautiful photo was taken ten years ago.
How I miss those times: walks in the Albuquerque Biopark, conversation and creatures and quiet. It's almost a visceral sorrow, knowing that those days will never come again.
Sometimes, I am tired of carrying around the sadness of all the losses, small and large, in all their permutations, from the past several years.
But what is sorrow, after all, besides love with nowhere to go?
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