Elimloth (elimloth) wrote,

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Accidental Poet

How amazing this small world both in space and time. We share a space in a locus of sorts, neighbors becoming friends, watching families grow, eventually taking our leave to grow apart, though with fond memories. But, our world lines were attuned in that time of togetherness, just living our lives intertwined by our experiences, and plucking one string sets off a resonance in the other, a happenstance, an article of someone we once knew well, such a thing brings back a flood of memories, for it was in our moon lit meadow by a most magnificent box elder tree in Ben Lomond did she and her children dance on stilts.



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