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Raymond

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One of my favorite pictures... an 8th grade graduation.

I still have it.

Congratulations!

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Wow! The WSJ! I hope that situation works out for you...
The things we miss!

They make up a life...

apart.

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And so it goes.... another note in the tree knot.... I hope you find it soon!

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We have a new addition.
Theo.
But it feels like the small loop to walk a puppy is closed to me.

Today I did anyway.
8:45 on a misty Monday morning...

The week underway for all it seems.

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Working on an Ode to the Veterinarian's Daughter...
unfortunately it reads like a lament.
Will let it percolate and see what comes of it.

and still..... every single day....

I miss you.
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T'is the season of hope.... and dread.
In recent years, a not so peaceful co-existence;
Dread often supersceded hope.

Springtime anxiety built towards the opening.
The day arrived; hope and dread.
Then the overdue research.

January request; March refund.
Sold.
Hope lost; dread diminished.

Emptiness instead.

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So much I want to share ....
And what i do tell you....
You do not hear ....

and so it goes.....

still .

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time passes....
slowly through the days....
quickly through the years....
but never erased.

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Heaven.... As I knew it.

The building anticipation...
Followed by the joy!

The first touch....
Followed by the kiss!

And the long look....
Into those deep, incredibly beautiful, smiling eyes!

Heaven... As I know it.

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Like no other....

since the outset... it has been that way.

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Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine....

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All the years combine, they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings from a guitar...
In the end there's just a song
Comes crying like the wind
Through all the broken dreams
and vanished years....

...It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There's nothing you can hold for very long
And when you hear that song
Come crying like the wind
It seems like all this life was just a dream...

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There were days, and there were days
And there were days between
Polished like a golden bowl
The finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
Still tender young and green
Left on shelves collecting dust
Not knowing what they mean
Valentines of flesh and blood
As soft as velveteen
Hoping love would not forsake
The days that lie between
Lie between

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Shall we go, you and I, while we can...
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds.... ?

Looking for

the days between...

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