I am lucky to have known so many friends in life... Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.Anais Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1
high school friends
Reunion.2
Walking into that reunion, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Twenty-five years had passed since I last sat in that classroom, surrounded by friends who spoke a language I barely understood yet welcomed me anyway. Would they remember me? Had I left a mark? Why had I come at all? And yet, the moment I … Continue reading Reunion.2
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