When I pick a cherry I know the cost: So much for the sapling, so many gallons of water About so many footprints left on the dusty path When I walked with the watering can – Twenty years ago I didn’t have a hose – So many hours of waiting for the train to go […]
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Looking back, I wonder. If I could go back to Thursday morning, before all this mess and give myself just one advice or warning. What would I say? I won’t waste such an opportunity on something as banal as telling myself I should sleep at my place rather then yours because I know that the […]
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