Muse

Always welcome

Heading north; family stops along the way.  Laura used to be one of them.  It’s an unconscious moment or time travel to a happy memory and feeling of another time. 

There’s something about sisters, at the least the sisters we were, where I always felt welcome stopping by.  Sometimes it was ‘crazy hour’ when I caught her after work; sometimes it was at work, finding her in her element. surrounded by little kids at a daycare she loved.  Ah, memories, emotions, feelings, life…

She’s missed; life moves on. 

While you can’t ever go back and relive past glories, Anne, there are always better ones perpetually gathering.

Oh what a scheme, I done did dream –
The Universe

  – Anne

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