They say good friends are hard to come by. I haven't found that to be true. It's been like shell searching on the beach and I'm finding shells everywhere I turn. Then I looked back and saw only one set of footprints. Jesus was carrying me all along. So we took my seashells, mixed sand and water into cement and made one of those neat little mosaic table, only, with shells. Then we sat down and played uno, just the dos of us. me and the tres.
I talked to an old friend last night. I wish I hadn't, but not really. I had gotten used to the idea of him not being around. but now I miss him. He should move back, but not really. I would like it though. I have other friends, they live about 30 miles away. People have been known to jog as much. here I go.
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was it dan, or was it me? because i don't think it was me. it was probably dan. was it dan? was it? miss me? i've heard of jogging.
ahamilton, have you not been reading this blog. I miss you more than blogs can tell.
oh. sweet man. i miss you too...
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