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Saturday, May 12, 2012


It seems the drive back home is when the true weight of the loss is measured.

Sequestered in a mile-a-minute cocoon, memories surface, and then float away. The recollections, etched in blacks and grays, appear as soft-focus mirages.

Shards of emotion intrude unexpectedly, and more than once, the road blurs with loss, sadness and tears.

The story isn’t over until no one recalls the laughter, the struggle and the loss.

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