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Saturday, October 12, 2019
Rudder
Many years later,
I still think of you.
In the middle of my contentment,
listening to wind chimes
and water bubbling in a
saltwater pool, I still
want to cry as I write
“always saying goodbye.”
This loss is the same
and always changing.
It steers me.
October 20, 2017
(c) Justine C. Tajonera
Photo by Skull Kat on Unsplash
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