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Day Three

Today I saw myself in a negative light. I responded to someone that I love in their rude manner and afterwards I felt guilty. I took what they had said the wrong way.

Yesterday I saw rain droplets dripping on the door leading from my bedroom to the deck. They reminded me of human tears. They reminded me of condensation that forms on glass of Kool-Aid on hot summer day.

It sounded like the dripping facet in the family bathroom after somebody is finished brushing their teeth.

If you looked inside me you would see someone who has been truly humbled and does worry too much from time to time.

 The most terrible, beautiful thing is the way you remember someone after they passed. You have a tendency to forget  all their negative traits and over accentuating the positive ones. I think that is why artists and singers become substantially more famous after they passed away.

The five things I saw that no one else saw


  1. the faces of all the band members on a Gin Blossoms album cover.
  2.  the way Celine Dion has the same facial expressions that all her out and covers. It is that wide-eyed deer caught in headlights look. 
  3.   the small print in infomercials that should be common knowledge.
  4. The way my mother smiled when she presented me with a freshly baked peanut butter cookie.
  5. The way the sky changes colors in a photograph of my brother from Hawaii taken several years ago. 

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