... or rather, this morning, early. Just before I woke up, I dreamed that he came to visit. We were getting ready to leave somewhere, and he showed up at the screened door. He said he had been doing a lot of reading on the beach. He looked good, and his hair was no longer gray.
I can't help but think his visit had something to do with the photo of us swimming at the beach that was posted the other day. Regardless, I love every single millisecond of seeing him in my dreams.
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