May 30, 2004
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May 30th, 2004.
This morning started with a jumo. I’m not quite sure how it happened visually – reflections and blurs and half-remembered dreams conspired to rearrange my view of the side of Heather’s head into Brennan staring wide-eyed at me from across the pillow. Before heading out to the woods, there was a momentary flirtation with the…