Saturday, November 5, 2011
A continuation; A remembrance; A reminder.
And sometimes I recall things
That I do not want to remember
As I dig out the dregs of the apricot jar.
What happened to these lovelies?
What always happens.
And I am thankful that I'm alive.
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