Friday, May 8, 2009

An April day

My 94 year old raconteur who amuses me with his anecdotes vanished this morning. He rang up later this evening when I was not home, when I met my Prudence after months. Again after all these years I failed miserably to fathom what she is to me; the girl with the sun in her eyes. And well, she’s gone.

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