Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

8.21

The darkness has crept up and wrapped itself in the corners of the room. Its fingers are stretching out as the sunlight fades in the west. I see it as a quiet friend, here to watch over me as I cram four more cookies in my mouth. Go away, mom. Nothing to see here.

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