Life - Differences in our Lives
"How differently we live our lives." She said to me.
Maybe it was an offhand observation. Maybe it warrants more thought. Certainly, it's been rattling around in my head all evening.
Maybe sometimes, as I stare up in the pink-streaked sky, empty and filled with rain. I wonder if she's not really thinking about how different we are at all.
Or doesn't care.
So I plunge backwards through memories,
And shadows.
And dust.
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