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      .in the middle of the floor
 
  sits a box filled with things his things not my things no dusting required for these things it seems were just passing through now no things remain not one crumb no forget-me-nots remember when things simply bare on the shelf that was home just air.  | 
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      i like this. very nice!
 
      
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      Very telling, I know the feeling.  Always amazing how quickly the possessions of one can be gone but the memories linger on.
     
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      Thank you all!  And yes, pkd "things" always tend to leave memories ~     
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      very nice
     
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      (((K))) 
   
  Here's to leaving the things of the past where they belong 
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      thanks all!!!  
    
and i hear ya Vicki!!     
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      Regrets? Bittersweet? or just over & done?
     
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      Truly poignant  
      
Could really feel the write bastet...  | 
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      I have deeply missed your spirit,, and here you lay upon us open and raw
 
  Beautiful you,,   
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      tribe ~ all of the above, suppose that's normal tho  
    
angel and LA Mom ~ i just   you guys!! 
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      thanks kc for peeking in!  
    
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      There are no extra words in your poem, yet you fill the page with an image and mood...not an easy thing to do. 
     
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 Thank you all!  And yes, pkd "things" always tend to leave memories ~ 
 Here's to leaving the things of the past where they belong