Saturday, July 31, 2010

What I remembered the first day after leaving

The arresting laryngeal damage of the woman who calls Po-Ke-No at the Three Links Care Center.

The pull-apart cinnamon bread.

My mom trying bubble tea for the first time.

Purple phlox and tiger lilies.

That the pastor was so much younger than me.

Dairy Queen is never worth it.

When I asked her why and she said, "well, what alternative do you think I had?"

The conversation in the minivan.


The trunk they came over with.

It is always and never the last time.


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