Saturday, November 04, 2006
one day...
...it will be time to return. like always. some more memories to stow away in the attic.
will miss the tree. :-) and all the little things that made up our routine. the places, the faces, the sounds, the sights. the clouds marching grandly and slowly past...the wind chimes at Argyle...the beautiful smells of the portuguese cooking...the old man and his dog at Argyle...so many.
Life moves on...always.
will miss the tree. :-) and all the little things that made up our routine. the places, the faces, the sounds, the sights. the clouds marching grandly and slowly past...the wind chimes at Argyle...the beautiful smells of the portuguese cooking...the old man and his dog at Argyle...so many.
Life moves on...always.
# posted by Phoenix @ 12:31 AM 
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not actually childhood...rather really recent past and the present which must turn into the past...thanks! :-)
ahh...the tree mention took ME back to MY childhood! :-) and.."the present which must turn into the past"...really like that, must keep that in perspective!
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