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an art of measure
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an art of measure |
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scribble Junior Member
since 2008-03-17
Posts 11 |
an art of measure i miss cool autumn and acorn cap whistles, wind rustle remembering green summer, turning new colors and collecting copper-colored oak leaves and using them as currency. now the pieces have crumbled brown, in drawers full of acorn caps and quartz stones from the playground whose glitter faded with the summer sun and winter windows won’t allow enough light to remember their sparkles. i miss sprinkler obstacle courses and running wild. i miss fighting over binoculars, and who saw what, because now we see nothing, and unruly abandon has been swiftly and silently replaced by exercise, paper money, and a garbage can full of a spent and faded childhood. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
You did a great job on this, Scribble. Sad but true. Enjoyed it. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Nicely done...I can relate |
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