Monday, April 18, 2016
a single question
a night in the city we first met. a stroll past the hotel where we first talked and the restaurant where we shared our first meal. a cool breeze, this time of spring, that time of fall, both the same in feeling. memories stir emotions deep in my heart. a wistful sigh and this single question forms in my mind, "what happened?"
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a good read
i love reading a good memoir. i guess that shouldn't be too surprising as the concept of writing about one's life and the observat...
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Hey:) MyJosh here. Your writing is beautiful, so honest and sad. I can almost feel it. Just wanted to acknowledge you for that!
Thank you for your kind comment. I appreciate it very much.
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