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I shared a ride, the warm afternoon sunshine, and a white paper bag of cold drive-thru window french fries with my friend Neil Diamond this week. We harmonized to Solitary Man while passing rail fences kept a perfect rhythm.
A Passing Glimpse
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I shared a ride, the warm afternoon sunshine, and a white paper bag of cold drive-thru window french fries with my friend Neil Diamond this week. We harmonized to Solitary Man while passing rail fences kept a perfect rhythm.
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I often wonder.
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Protected. Hidden. Guarded. Secreted. Alone.
Purged far away from and with their own beautifully obstructed sentiment, keepsakes are locked away.
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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.