When people photographed easily, and leaves turned red, and bridges led us over waters.
When life was predictable.
When love was unquestioned.
When the kitchen was busy and food gave comfort.
When the future was clear and plans were implemented accordingly.
When conversations were real and the mindstream flowed fluently.
When flowers picked easily and smelled fluidly.
When bikes polished and oil changed and travels occurred communally and without question.
Forgive me.
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| Regrets come with difficulty, M |
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