Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

You lived well.

December 30, 2016

 

Memory is a sneaky storyteller, and while it's okay for a rainy afternoon or two, or coffee with a long-unseen friend, I try never to give it too much credit, too much of my time. 

 

It's a lot like its (admittedly darker) sisters, "someday" and "otherwise." 

 

If they come knocking, best to seat them in the coldest room in the house--the one with the drafts--and to serve them the instant coffee, sugar substitutes, and powdered milk. 

 

Save the good stuff, and drink it the next time you realize it's now, and will always be now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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