Second Time Around: Interchange

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Interchange

Beside the succulents he sat in sunshine bright, without a hat, just soaking in the warmth of that season's pleasantness. He held his face up to the sun remembering the race he'd run, sought forgiveness for all he'd done, seeing life's egress. The life he'd lived was his alone, and what he'd earned... Sign in to see full entry.

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