


Today I talked to someone I haven't spoken to in an incredibly long time. I had a memory of them and something we shared. In an act of bravery I called and left a voice mail message. They called back a little while later, and we talked for a long time. I sat on the Hammock and swayed in the sunshine. We laughed. We talked about the future. We talked a little about the past. But more important than what we said, what mattered was that the silence had been broken.
Then... I took Gracie to the river.
And life...
kept moving f o r w a r d .
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