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I'm at that age where

loss becomes a regularity

and not a rarity

where stories still start

with once upon a time

but never quite make it

to happily ever after

where dreams fly south

for the winter but decide

they like it slower and

warmer and easier

and never come home to roost

and here I am still

sitting in my nest

just trying to figure out

if my wings are strong enough

to carry the miles of unfinished drafts

that weigh me down

~VoodooRue (5/1/2017)