A quarter of a century
since we left high school,
and we’ve gathered at a posh restaurant.
A little heavier, a little grayer,
we look for the yearbook pictures… 153 more words
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Ever have this daydream?
You decide to take a break after writing all morning. When you step outside, instead of your ho-hum suburban neighborhood, you find yourself in one of the most beautiful villages in southern France. 1,060 more words
first snow, the desire for a new heart, going to an art museum w/one's mom, & "a useful relationship though not a tight one, / for between us we knew there was something to lose."
Like a child, the earth’s going to sleep,
or so the story goes.
But I’m not tired, it says. 110 more words