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Thursday, July 22, 2004 Prose On...

Posted Oct 01 2008 8:40pm

Thursday, July 22, 2004


Prose Only Jan 19, 1987


Yesterday was salted with tension and filth but today, today I discovered why the sun strives to thin the clouds. A winter chill can not set in the bones of someone whose sun is out.
Today memories became permanent; my childhood home was stripped of my family's presence. Boxes, mostly of junk, (when viewed as a whole) were swiftly loaded into a large hearse. And in the background large trees, that use to barely reach the sky, rocked slowly in our breeze.

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I realized almost lazily that I can not go home. Mainly because the strangers living there would smile and ask if they could help. Was I lost? And, to be honest, I would be lost in a space that no longer included me or hopes of my Christmases.




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ah...i know this feeling well...

succulent empty home wisdom..
Comment from floralilia - 8/7/04 10:26 PM



Sounds so very sad. So sorry. I think we all experience this at some point and realize there is no going home. :-) ---Robbie
Comment from krobbie67 - 7/27/04 8:06 PM



Thanks...What a very sad day!
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Comment from deabvt - 7/23/04 6:15 AM

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