A night with Artie

Dreams can so healing. Last night I spent several hours with Artie. He was little, around 5 or 6 I guess. We played and took walks, all the while with him holding my hand. We went through his toys for some reason, as if taking inventory. His smile was still just and warm and living as always. I can still feel his little hand in mine! 

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