Monday, April 29, 2013

In the Cracks

The decorations are gone. But in walking through the breezeway today I looked down and saw tiny bits and bobs of laughter. Twinkling remnants of magical stars. Oddments, fragments – the residue of joy, stowed away in the cracks of the concrete floor. They are there, glittering and enlightened. Waiting patiently for the solitary wanderer who will bear witness to their silent whoops of glee.

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