Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Once

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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4 comments:

  1. oh, the tears in my eyes.

    another perfect pebble of life.

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  2. this just broke my heart. the beauty and the sad, sad truth.

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  3. Another wonderful post my friend. Brilliant and heartbreaking.

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  4. Such a poignant and perfect snapshot.

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