Painted with the colors of my childhood
a door swings, calls my childhood name
the stairs lift me as did mother and father
the breeze, their blessing calling me home
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stopping by the woods on a snowy... afternoon
I graded most of the day and then sat on my butt trying to motivate myself to get off it when L emailed to see if I was up for a walk. I was...
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