NOTE: i wrote this post yesterday and didnt post it because i thought it cuts too close to the bone of my real life relationships where this Home is sort of make believe. But today it all seems to fit together and i feel better about publishing this reflection about my oldest, dearest friend who i was very lucky to be able to connect with.
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Today i talked with an old friend i hadnt heard from in fifteen years. It was such a pleasure, even though, or maybe even because her life has tanked in recent years even worse than mine. She is my roommate from the last two years at Wayland School. I wont share her story because its hers and not mine to share, but i pray she is on the road to recovery and thank God shes ALIVE. She is that rare thing, a lifelong friend. That brought my stay here out if the toilet. I was happy to pass her regards along to my mother and father. It truly helped. And i see the negative person ive been here.
Un.Bon.Mot 