The cattails I brought you have burst long ago & sent their fluff seeding wherever it was you threw them. If only I may let go so flagrantly as the cattails, as you; as wind; the past; the seeds.
Recipe for Grief
February 2, 2013 By 3 Comments
I didn’t have grieving on my agenda this morning. Does this happen to you? Isn’t it often a surprise, when you turn the corner and run into grief, like an old friend you had almost forgotten you knew, didn’t expect to see here of all places? I was just thinking that making a blueberry cake [...]
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