Dear Friends,
You know I’m trying to live a routine.
Like I lived before
with Clark
It’s not the same, but
somehow he is both the empty place
and its fulfillment.
For instance, this morning, when Zing and I returned, as I plan to do every week, to the American River up there somewhere off Arden, where it's like Phipps Park, by Lake Jackson in Tallahassee, where we used to run in the Red Hills. It is familiar — both Zing and I were feeling it.
Love,
k
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