I met my friend Tami when she worked at McFarland. We used to call each other up and ask if it was time to go outside to smoke. There was a flower bed just outside the door where we would stand, talking about the crisis of the day at McFarland, our private practice, and life in general.
One summer I collected seeds during those breaks. Now they grow in the back yard.
They remind me of Tami and make me smile.
Happy birthday, Tami! I love you.
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