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Warm today, after a cool week; in fact it was in the upper 40's this morning. Now a passing night shower, mists the leaves, i can hear the patter in the trees, out the window. The warm night is indicated by the frequent chirp of crickets; who were brought to a near standstill the past two nights.
Contemplative night;
My sister's death was two years ago tomorrow. My mother still says "Unbelievable" "Yes" i say.
After an experience like that, you think i would learn to throw out what is not important, quit letting the junk of the world and the junk in head get to me.
She moves into the past;
her daughter is married, looking for a house, and is dealing with MS.
All that in two years
Of course, i'm not sad about this every minute, or even most, life does go on; with a little less to it.
Contemplative night;
My sister's death was two years ago tomorrow. My mother still says "Unbelievable" "Yes" i say.
After an experience like that, you think i would learn to throw out what is not important, quit letting the junk of the world and the junk in head get to me.
She moves into the past;
her daughter is married, looking for a house, and is dealing with MS.
All that in two years
Of course, i'm not sad about this every minute, or even most, life does go on; with a little less to it.
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