Sunday, July 13, 2008,9:22 PM
the sun falls
Holding him in the chair, feeling the warmth in his shoulders even though he had died minutes ago. My brain spins like a top, wondering when the ambulance will get here, how he's the last of ten children, how he won't see my speech tomorrow morning, on and on......
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the sun falls
while I'm not looking-
cicadas begin

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posted by J. Andrew Lockhart
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