I go back home in a week. Back East where the fireplace has been lit and our constant companion from October through April is the furnace!
My child (woman) approaches me and tells me I have been here for a long time, but she hardly has had time to cuddle...is it possible she turned 27 a week ago? Try as I may, there are still brief images now and then of the little girl that could not fall asleep without twirling my hair.
Time....it slips through our fingers.
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