March 28, 1997 Muskegon, MI
lucid delusions
vibrant shades of grey
obvious nuances
March 23, 1997 Saginaw, MI
At our house, I gathered a few remaining items. Once I thought I heard cat paws on the basement stairs. Another time I thought I heard a bird squawk. I looked for Oliver to be watching and waiting at the front door. I expected to see Maggie run-up to the fence. All just ghosts and shadows conjured up from habit and memory of time and emotion spent in that place.
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