and its the passing of time and Christmas cards on the fridge
and the way the faces shift and old memories scratching against new ones, jostling for their turn
and the vinyl gets bumped
and you walk the garbage to the curb
and inhale the cold stars and cry into nothing about everything
Vessel on this sea
Let it be
sigh. love it.
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