Today, while walking to the library (or, more specifically, walking to the bus that would bring me to the library) I got a chance to have a lot chat with my old friend, T. She and I are facing very similar things are this time in our lives and the uncertainty of it all is difficult to face alone. While we are thousands and thousands of miles apart, in that thirty minute space, we felt so near that we could have been sharing a pot of tea. I am very grateful for the years of friendship I've had with T., starting very dubiously in the hills of South Africa and continuing on to the beaches of Florida, the grand halls of Westminster Abby, the views from the Grand Canyon. We've stuck together and the older I get, the more I'll want to connect with those who knew me while very young. I know this may be a rough patch for both of us, but I also know we will be there for each other on the other side.
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