Saturday, September 30, 2017

memory bites


in which our plucky heroine remembers that one love...

I am still here, there's no where else to go;
and I can't fly, I'm not that strong,
I am still here, and you're still gone...


Every once in a while, I remember as if it were new, and my heart cracks a bit. Daily life and daily tasks save me over and over... would that our daily world was less dark... but still, there is jam, and friendship, and up in Mud Bay a brand new baby, and hope for that to be enough for going on with, until going on is done...

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