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[michaelboy]

The ants crawling over the Peony buds bring a certain pang of missing -- innocence, dusty knees, and the anticipation of life ahead.

Some day, I will not be here but the hope of finding you -- loving and wanting me, will always.

Comments

[quotidians]

I think it's wonderful the way you write about memory, here and in your previous posts. It's vivid & really captures the impulsiveness of childhood.

[michaelboy]

Thank you so much