I always love how the finality of one side of the story is overshadowed by the one that could go any other way besides the way it’s going now the greatest union are the ones that you ran over another time and then you see the ghost of who you thought they were standing up straight right in front of your eyes. What would you do if it was their shadow they carefully made as small as possible in your presence. Not so to measure but to humble to the one who not a drop of love is lost for
Funny enough, I wrote a poem about the subject of roadkill last week!
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I always love how the finality of one side of the story is overshadowed by the one that could go any other way besides the way it’s going now the greatest union are the ones that you ran over another time and then you see the ghost of who you thought they were standing up straight right in front of your eyes. What would you do if it was their shadow they carefully made as small as possible in your presence. Not so to measure but to humble to the one who not a drop of love is lost for