Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Practicing
Harry was there helping me pack the house up. I was choosing what to take and what to leave. The dryer buzzer went off, he said I'll get them and fold clothes for you. We seemed to be in a hurray. The house was dark and gloomy. I remember breakables in a box with towels on top. Then I said to him, you better come and get me. Thinking when its time. He took my hand and we were walking together.
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