Sunday Before Christmas
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Mass, shopping with Mom, wrapping things badly and then pretending the irregularity is artistic, tea at five, four biscuits, Yuri later. Dad called. Tia sent a message. Edo sent me a music list labelled `”BEST OF 2002″` and then immediately sent a second message changing three entries.
I understand this behaviour intimately.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.