I'm gonna miss our roses while we're gone. I'm gonna miss John and Tommy and Danny while we're gone. But John and Tommy and Danny will still be themselves when I get back and the roses will have dropped from the bushes. I could go "all Emily Dickinson" about this... but I think that might lead to insanity or bizarre behavior. I already kinda like the idea of wearing the same outfit every day.. and I wouldn't mind a white dress. Easy to bleach. and I'm becoming more reclusive the older I get. Uh oh. No worries, as people say. I have too many anchors to allow an escape into these avenues of abstraction. BUT, I do loves roses.. who will love them while I am gone? Maybe Danny will notice them when he's out barking at the squirrels.
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