CVIII.

I am back from a trip and missing the heightened sense of everything. Wish I were sleeping, but I’m not. Here’s something from a friend:

…and within fifteen minutes of arriving home, your newly-empty-nester parents dance the fox trot in the kitchen for no particular reason, and they look so weird and so perfect…

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