Setting: Cafe in East Berlin, 10:30am, morning after the bombshell
Me: drawing; Friend: writing
[Silence; ambient cafe noises]
Me: (turning suddenly to friend in outburst of despair) OH F#&%! What am I going to do?!?
Friend: (ponders for a moment) Well, in a little while you'll eat lunch. It's not much, and beyond that I don't know. But it's something.
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Epiphany: What is any relationship - be it friendship, marriage, or anything in between - if not a promise, spoken or unspoken, to catch you when you fall?
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ACN- bringing beauty out of darkness
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