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[labelleizzy]

Sometimes the memories crowd around me, quick and dense. The smallest things can flip the switch: tonight was a ring given by the man I almost married.
(He's part of many memories-crowds)

Some days they swamp me, drag me under.
Today, they fluttered lightly, saying hello with light touches, before taking flight again.

So far? I love being 49.

Comments

[cjsmith]

LOL! I can only imagine. :)