2011 Screeches to a halt, with heaving stomachs and lingering fatigue,a dying dog, a young lad with stitches, and a dripping dismal rain. A year coloured by the loss of mom.
We cling, we melt, we hang, we drop.
We never disappear.
Creatures shaped by the divine.
As the year finishes, I can't help but think that we have been immensely blessed.
God has been good. God is always good.
Happy New Year to family and friends, Happy Forever to Mom.
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