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the lump in my throat turns into teardrops slowly streaming down my cheeks to my chin spilling onto my silk shirt a permanent mark of your imminent departure Advertisements
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I drive into the local Tractor Supply parking lot, windows down, McDonald’s large nonfat latte in hand, and am one of a few cars and supply trucks here on this early morning. I pick my usual spot with the sun … Continue reading
Your eyes, half-hidden under a mound of hair, peek out with curiosity and wonder.
Twirl me round with wide, wild steps. Never let go. photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Phenakistoscope_3g07690b.gif