The days ticked by like the audible second hand of her watch. A quick and halting surge and pause.Each one unique holding for the next.
She lived the moment
She loved the lights.
Breathing in love, exhaling
Hope.tomorrows stuck to the refigerator door with doctors appointments
Prescriptions and pills and potions.
Still there
Yellowed paper now
Reminders of her before the grounding.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
The days ticked by like the audible second hand of her watch. A quick and halting surge and pause.Each one unique holding for the next.
She lived the moment
She loved the lights.
Breathing in love, exhaling
Hope.tomorrows stuck to the refigerator door with doctors appointments
Prescriptions and pills and potions.
Still there
Yellowed paper now
Reminders of her before the grounding.
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