08 February 2005 Tuesday
Scenes change like seasons;
slated in moments, prose/poetry at 6:39 pm
Ever a choice to make, things to be;
remember the path of past and find
the best of company or self on every way;
Each day like each place;
routines, endings, answers,
wholly shared
but quietly overlooked,
shyly slipped back to start,
shouldered simply and carry forward
every new memory to be.
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