Today, gusts of wind rush through the leaves of a solitary magnolia. It sounds like the ocean surf. Or a thousand hands clapping. Or the sudden downpour of a heavy summer rain. Dreamy. Romantic.
Or maybe it’s something sad—like an empty barn with a rotten loft and ladder. Rickety. Weather-beaten. Missing planks like missing teeth. Another tooth, the loss of youth. The movement of air mourning for what is no longer there. Haunted.
The dying breeze moans and whispers in my ear. A message that is bittersweet and fluctuates deep within the pit of my stomach. The swift passing of days and months and seasons. Another year. Some faces disappear.
Time whistles like an outbound train.
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Andrew Dabar
Andrew Dabar 
Your words resonate with me in this chapter of my life…time flying by, easily evading my outstretched hands.
By the way, I had this weird dream last night—I was in a motel in room 106 with a few other people and a dog. Someone farted, and the poor dog was blamed. 😂😂
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Yes. Me too, July.
Oh! I am laughing! You read that embarrassing piece? I deleted it first thing in the morning!
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Yes, I read it…last night just before going to bed. When I looked in WordPress reader today it was gone, but the piece lived on in my email. 😆 You thought it embarrassing? I enjoyed it, though you were quite harsh regarding your writing. All writers question the value of their work; it comes with the territory.
But I had fun virtually hanging with friends in your motel room, despite the smell.
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I’m pleased and relieved that you enjoyed it!
It was fun hanging out! When I turned out my light, you all disappeared with a poof. And that’s good because I’m not sure if I snore or not.
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Me either…not you—me. lol
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Laughing! I probably snore like one of the Stooges.
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