sirendip
You were gone too quick. There was no time. But while you were here, I couldn't ask. I wouldn't ask without your permission. You never could give it to me. Not about this. the most profound of questions.
The funny thing about serendipity is that you never see it coming. It is as if you are walking around to corner and as you turn, you run right in to it. It slams into you like ice to the face.
That collar is so hard to buckle on that shaggy neck. She is chomping at the bit to get out the door. The big, wide world is out there full of fun things to chase...
Just a trim. Always just a trim. It used to be the full color, cut, blow dry. But I've had to simplify. Of choice and of necessity.
the things that I treasure now are the simple transactions of what transpires between two souls each day. nothing fancy. nothing to impress. just the simple pleasantries of the day.
His claws were sharp. They cut my hand. But they held on for dear life. I threw my hands up in the air and his great wings took flight. It was amazing.
The old van was like my life before. Beat up, trashed, but still running. I said good-bye and stepped into the brand new loaded sedan.
The old van was like my old life. Beat up, dented, but still useful. I said good-bye and stepped into the brand new loaded sedan.
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