www.geocities.com/dunforde I follow your footsteps along the strand stepping over them so as not to disturb. The yearning tide laps ever closer and I choose my places in the soft sand. I look up and you have disappeared from view. The tide has encroached on what was once your own, smothering the prints at the edges, filling them with the reflection of memory. Soon your traces will be fully submerged and all I'll have of you in this world will exist beneath the inscrutable surface, the thin divide between this place and the next. www.geocities.com/dunforde
Reason for writing:
The thought of my mother's death
Birth sign: Aries
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