Saturday, July 22, 2017
Heirlooms
Missing my soul friends. Missing when I had them.
Missing beer and round table discussions. Missing how we laughed.
Missing my mom. Missing the years before I learned that life was complicated.
"That inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude..."
"Memory is the happiness of being alone..."
Missing me. Missing my dancing heart.
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