Two Hundred and Eight

Now this is what normal looks like.



And hopefully, Sarah and I will have time to talk over lunch today.
I wish people weren't so busy.
My dreams from last night keep popping up like memories and I'm having a difficult time keeping fact from fiction.
We'll see how long it takes me to find this balance I know is out there.
But I still love you.

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What have I done?
effff.