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Swimming today, moving, remembering muscles but not finding them. The sensation of sinues, so simple, the soreness of hard work, the heart of beating restlessley. Thump thump of a broom hitting a hanging rug. You are so lucky who can feel these things, I pine for life as I pine for my lost children. One for the other the other for the one and all are gone now.
posted by Echo @ 10:06 PM
1 Comments:
At 11:36 AM,
goatman said…
Your words sadden me, as they must sadden you to say them; but well-said.
As we push through each petty day we think not of those who need solace, a kind word, or a friendly thought.
But push through we must . . .
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