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| Finding Jim Macinko Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery. *Note: Schedules (like for giveaways)not strictly adhered to because I deal with migraine disease. Nuff said.* http://findingjimmy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default Google offers two different ways to keep up-to-date with your favorite sites: | |||||||||||||
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