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2006-02-14 2:34 PM XVII 17 years. Today marks 17 years that I've been with M. That's a full half of my life.
How.. weird. I'll deal with that another time. After Years Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid into the sea. An ancient oak fell in the Cumberlands, holding only a handful of leaves, and an old woman scattering corn to her chickens looked up for an instant. At the other side of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times the size of our own sun exploded and vanished, leaving a small green spot on the astronomer's retina as he stood on the great open dome of my heart with no one to tell. - Ted Kooser Happy Valentine's Day. Or Happy Single's Awareness Day. Either or, whichever you prefer. Read/Post Comments (20) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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