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  • TheOakTree@beehaw.org
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    1 year ago

    I was back in high school with my late friend who shared a first name with me. I kept wanting to tell him or show him things that I think he would find interesting, and we kept getting interrupted by everything else.

    I’ve processed my grief and have come to terms with the reality that is a world without him in it, but sometimes my brain just likes to remind me, I guess. Miss you Goose, thanks for coming by.