I think writing is like ballroom dancing: the more you do it, the more graceful, effortless, and beautiful it can become. This is my place to come and trip over my own two feet while I learn to foxtrot. Or possibly Latin Hustle.
This is a page for my thoughts, ramblings, musings, and imaginings in the meantime.
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014
"To Have My Bestest Friend Again"
Yeah, it's kind of maudlin and tear-jerkery, I know. But there was a soul I knew, named Buster. I miss him more than I miss anyone or anything that's gone in my life. I think about him every single day.
As much as I would love to watch this, Paulie, I know it would not be a good thing for me to do. I will look at the picture on the front and shed a few tears for all the loved ones lost.
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ReplyDeleteAs much as I would love to watch this, Paulie, I know it would not be a good thing for me to do. I will look at the picture on the front and shed a few tears for all the loved ones lost.
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