it was busy on the father's day roads and i chose not to drive for that reason. instead i lay on the back seat watching the sky move further away. upside-down till i was dizzy and sick.
an orphans fathers day picnic with my friends whose folks live overseas - or over strait. the weather behaved, and i read poetry and dozed as the frisbee was thrown overhead. it made me think.
perhaps that day i meant to tell you otherwise. over breakfast i meant to say something else. at Ray that morning i wanted to tell you that it isn't my flaws that make me, but instead that everything i get wrong makes it more my own.
happy fathers day, labor day, spring is finally in the air...
eau (building bridges of her own)
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