Random

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I didn’t know him well, but I felt the loss around me in the faces that were close to him.

The night was haphazard and random.  He fixed dinner before work. I worked in the garden, eating tiny tomatoes off the vine. I wrote in my “Morning Pages” creative journal. I started a new knitting project. I started assembling a few things for our weekend trip. It all still felt random and lost.

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