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Protected. Hidden. Guarded. Secreted. Alone.
Purged far away from and with their own beautifully obstructed sentiment, keepsakes are locked away.
A Passing Glimpse
©2011 gary garbett.com |
Protected. Hidden. Guarded. Secreted. Alone.
Purged far away from and with their own beautifully obstructed sentiment, keepsakes are locked away.
©2011 gary garbett.com |
©2011 gary garbett.com |
©2011 gary garbett.com |
I've had days when forgiveness reminded me of my father. There were so many things he told me... often without ever saying a word. But I always made a point to listen.
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Days behind us offer no re-runs or do-overs. Yesterday my son and I spent a great afternoon together in the upper rows of section 313. We'll never have a chance to relive it, but you'll never take it away from us either.
We own it. It's ours... forever.
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There was once a day when I had long hair and drove fast. Today isn't one of those days. I don't know about tomorrow.
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Dreams are often interrupted by it. Ambitions create it.
There are days when I feel like I've done nothing but wrap my entire existence around it. Or maybe that's not the case at all ...and it's really just wrapping itself around me?
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