And so it goes…

Goodness only knows

The bag, the boil, the big fat foil.

Nothing left of those…

To start anew…

Shared with but a few

In love, in life, in all my strife.

So much work to do…

Random as it be…

Never only me

A gift, a glance, a second chance.

Solid as the tree…

Blessed…

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