All sorts of friends. A wide variety. I have ‘em all. The most
baffling. The ones that disappear. From my life. Because they are annoyed. With
me. I don’t live by their lofty standards. By their bidding. I still consider them
true friends. Accepting them. In an unconditional way. Yes, friendship (and love, too) can be
pursued. On a one-way street. There can be give. And no take. The other way,
too. Take. And no give. I am fascinated. By the dimension of friendship (and
love.) It runs profoundly deep. I have
yet to reach the bottom. Or the top. I am immersed. Maybe there is no top or
bottom. Just as well. That’s sufficient. To give me warm comfort. –Jim Broede
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