Picture me just there
in the window
forever looking out
at the road and sky,
no more now than air
and memories
and the old, dry dust of
a thousand near misses.
You wish you could?
Well, so do I.
Ghost Girl 3 (A Poem)
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You will always be there, no matter where you are. Welcome here anytime.
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You do take yourself with you wherever you go. A good thing to remember, I think.
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Very apropos for the season…
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I thought so. 🙂
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