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Flashes Of Life

Every time I look out the window it’s a different time of day. The sun is coming up, it’s nighttime, it’s afternoon golden beams everywhere, it’s dusk, it’s nighttime again. I’m awake, I’m asleep, I’m waking up, I’m turning over in my sleep. I open my eyes, I close my eyes. I’m taking meds again, someone is changing my socks again, or cutting my nails and my hair again. I’m here again and then I’m there again already once more. The days fly past me. My life moves on as the days move over my head like shooting stars.

Love,
Whitney  


   



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