Friday, September 9, 2022

Dragonfly Storm Comments

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In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.

It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows chasing after gold,
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
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