The Things We Call Friends

The rain is long gone. It’s a quiet night again in Craig, Guyana. So still, black, foreign, peaceful.

I have nothing but my silver fan and thoughts for company.

Friends. It’s an interesting word. Perhaps, it’s synonymous with evolution? After all, the things we call “friends” morph from one state to the next.

Evolution doesn’t necessarily equate to stronger, better, smarter. Does it?

Sigh, the things we call friends.

Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go.

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