Jane Miller has a book of poems that I love by that title. Today I understand what she means. Yesterday I was triumphant about my finds from the prom years. Today when I tried to reorganize the envelops into plastic boxes for safety I felt this knot in my chest, like I was on a roller coaster at the scary high fast curve. If I can find my poetry books, I'll post another Jane Miller poem.
This might be harder than I thought. I did find a story from PennyK and a series of letters to ClearCreekGirl from her son. These artifacts are like a gold mine in a field of landmines.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
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