.past familiar old houses and lingering or undeveloped roses to the cemetary to visit graves of my departed wives.
i always speak, their lips can't reply or feel.
the long walk home............
to warmth, familiar old vinyl, and a guinness FES.
..........so thankful for freedom of movement and encumbrance, for sunny days, for fondest memories, seasoned music, fine stout, and finer friends...........
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