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not talking
Often when I’m with Ivan, we don’t even bother talking.
We just look out at his domain, at the green grass and the crazy babies and
the swaggering juveniles and the hardworking females, and we think of
nothing and everything.
When you’ve been through the worst with someone, you appreciate the best.
That’s why sometimes, when he says, “Hey, Bob,” it’s enough for me to say,
“Hey, Ivan,” and then we just listen to the palm trees rustle and watch the
saw grass sway.