Tears filled my eyes as I dragged on a Marlboro, sitting on a cold, damp log by a covered pool, looking at Mount Shasta in the distance. I thought to myself how truly remarkable denial can be.
Losing What You Didn't Know You Had
I sat relatively disassociated, trying to negotiate the grief of two people who were not speaking to each other. They were mourning the loss of an idea. One they’d taken for granted: a hope that someday, maybe they’d find her.