Heather is a wonderful hostess. She’s really my MoFaCa. We drove around and drove around. We lay down on logs and stared at the sky. We talked and talked and talked. She read a poem aloud to me, and I read one aloud to her. We ate steamed clams, mussels and shrimp tempura. All is well.
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Beautiful. I love that part of the world so much.
I can think of very few things (if any) that are better than time spent with an old friend. You are understood, without making an effort. You are seen, without having to stand out. You are appreciated, without having to do anything special. You are relaxed without having to be still and breathe deeply. You are known and loved and that simply cannot be beat. -Kate