Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Safe Passage

2014 was a year with no space.

Correct that; it's just that the space was so narrow, the line of light beneath a poorly hung door.

I turned 34.  My kid turned one.  I rushed and rushed and rushed into the world as it died and died and died. 

I'm not sure what I'm after here, except to say goodbye. 

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