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365 Days With My Dad
On the first day you left, I opened a new google doc and titled it: “365 days without my dad”. Every day since then you have proven me wrong. My gaze lingers longer than it should on the butterfly or the hummingbird. Is it you? What are you now? More of a feeling or a moment, rather than someone…
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A Second Chance
A babbling brook of whys and what ifs. Where’s his second chance? His saving grace? That miracle lying in wait. So tied to our illusion of control, we beg and plead: he’s one of the good ones, please use it on him. In a single moment, our road map diverged from His. Propelling us off course, no turn-by-turn directions home.…
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I Thought of You
We pulled weeds yesterday. I thought of you. We saw a mountain biker. I thought of you. We rode a ferry on a perfect San Diego day. I thought of you. Uge posted wanderlust-y pictures of Bondi. I thought of you. The wind blew just so. I thought of you. I wonder what I thought about before?
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