"Can I get you a drink from the cafe? Is there anything more you need?"a staff member
asked. I felt so significant, even a tiny bit important (certainly not a feeling I'm used to)-- different than myself, different than the "me" I feel like every other day--wonderfully different. Friends approached the table with huge smiles lighting their faces, prompting me to run around the table for a hug. So much excitement and so many good wishes. It's a foreign feeling, people treating me like I'm special, but a delicious one. It made me pause. I wanted to write a meaningful verse in each person's book, but my mind felt a bit fuzzy, unable to find that place where all the right words just flow. Maybe it was the rushing in and out of patrons, the background noise, or the pounding of my own heart, but many of
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