The ones that will pour you their fancy wine in the middle of the night on a bench near the cemetery opposite the forest. Getting me drunk to help me recover from a heartbreak. Just like when we were 18, except for the fancy wine and the grown up glasses, and we only met much later in life.

Friends

Agreeing to meet spontaneously just because I texted and called. Helping me to reflect and to move on, by sharing their perspectives with me.

Friends they are called

But are in fact the family I once chose

So I thought

Until now I know

We were chosen for each other by God

The army He sent to support

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