At dawn, let’s not forget what was said, what was planned, what was dreamed, or who we are. The night has a way of stirring emotions, and leaving out details, the spirit only knows.
At dusk, let’s not forget what was said, what was not, what was ignored, or where we were. The day has a way of repeating the same mistakes in details only the spirit knows.
I figure you write because it’s part of you; you can’t help yourself. It’s like breathing. I read you every day. I just want to say I appreciate you being in my email box each morning.
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