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February 02, 2008
We sat across from each other, each in our own world, but also undeniably together. He was working with colored pencils, me with rubber stamps, a white gel marker, and some glitter glue. We hummed while we worked, trading little snippets back and forth. We were not in a hurry. I found myself wondering, afterwards, which of these moments he may remember.
(Thanks to the folks at Thing-A-Day for stoking the fires again this year.)