one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day11
On a rainy Wednesday afternoon, in the empty aisle of gift wraps and greeting cards, past the paper plates and party hats, a lace gray grandmother, with spectacles and a pocket magnifier, lingers alone, reading sentimental Valentines, just like the ones her children used to send her.
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oh, the tears in my eyes.
ReplyDeleteanother perfect pebble of life.
this just broke my heart. the beauty and the sad, sad truth.
ReplyDeleteAnother wonderful post my friend. Brilliant and heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant and perfect snapshot.
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