when more sundays have walked by and many more weekends have merged into memories, i’ll still look back at a lazy afternoon, when me & dee sat along a lonely dirt road with a stray dog for company; when the ground below turned into a workbook on which we played scribbles with thin brown twigs; and when what matterred more were not the years to come, but the moments themselves.

in the middle of a tiring weekend of a tiring life, those few hours served as a balm on a tired mind, as a calm within a tired soul; and when many more years have flown by, i’ll still look back at these memories and smile a tired smile.

and smile, a tired, sarcastic smile. hmmm.

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