Its weird how I didn't seem to realize before that one day people would walk out of my life, and into another stage of theirs. Perhaps a staircase to another level where we will meet again, perhaps a hall that leads them away, not to return.
time.
life.
preparation.
death.
eternity.
rather preparation for eternity is the form of life.
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I hate the feeling of being suffocated by a smell. Usually an unpleasant smell. How odd that came up. It could have to do with the broken down old car nextdoor that they still try to drive. hmm.
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Hot.
Spring.
Growing.
Summer.
Campfire!
Soon enough, I suppose. :)
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