The words seem to have left me.
I look for them in the blueness of the tumbling fall
or the crook of a finger nail in the morning light.
When will the nagging pain go?
The one that winds it way up your throat when you swallow.
Looking out the window for the day that it drops
and we forget with a laugh
the way a child swoops with car in hand in the sand.
a place to share my thoughts, my adventures, with my family and friends, near and far...
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