I walked past one of my old homes today. It all seems so fresh still.
Grandpa. My balsam plants. The backyard where I searched endlessly for that imaginary four-leaf clover. Snowy and Snowball. The paper boats in the drain. My sister's fall which broke her arm.My musical piggy bank the shape of a house. Flossy.
If only I could.
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