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Musings of A Writer

Missing a Friend

I saw Vonda today in a store.

 

It wasn't really Vonda, of course.  It was a sturdy woman in jeans and boots, with her greying hair cut short. 

It wasn't Vonda. 

 

But just for that moment, I got that surge of anticipation and pleasure I always felt whenever I spotted Vonda somewhere.

 

    She left that with me.  That's not a bad thing for a friend to leave behind.

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