Kindred

In Los Angeles, I met a few kind souls, one who reminded me of someone long gone. An old friend who left too early. They keep surfacing in my thoughts. The more I turn that feeling over, the more the word ‘friend’ comes, and slips free of its meanings… just sound, just ache. This is for the friends who remain, and the ones I still meet in memory.

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