I spent a week up north last week and heard my Dad get up and bring food into the garage. I wondered what he was up to, so I slipped on his slippers (been doing that since I was a kid) and snuck in with my camera. Oh yes, best breakfast ever.
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I Wanna Hold Your Hand
Someone I barely know wrote me an honest letter today. She espoused the deep desire for physical intimacy with someone. Not the sexual kind of intimacy, the kind where someone rubs your back or holds your hand or places his hand on your shoulder and brushes your hair away from your face. I wish I [...]