the visit

I somehow knew, there’d be a change. As I grasped or embraced what I thought were THOSE moments (I mistakenly called the real ones) so often filled with awe ( thank you monarchs), I thought APPRECIATE this; time is fleeting and existential fears, projections and that introspection about aging, particularly after just 6 months ago I watched my mother die aiding in her transition: are just dusty follies we take out to fill the hours with what we cannot control and spend precious bits of life in noisy worry, which never comes to fruition. Take heed. Perhaps…

Oh right, so how do I do that now?

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