Just back from Sydney. Went to a funeral. Caught up with old friends, old house mates, old lovers, old colleagues and old bosses. Cried. Laughed. Hugged. Listened to beautiful, heartfelt words. Bittersweet that it takes a funeral to get so many old friends together, but get together we did. In the hundreds. To say goodbye.A very short trip to Sydney, sans enfants. but we did get to have brunch at bills. Ricotta pancakes. That was sweet.
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