NaHaiWriMo Day 25

where are the young men
now turned grey and old with years
living with the past.

Encountering hope
a momentary glimmer
if only a spark.

Seems amazing that it’s the twenty-fifth already but there you go, February.

On the quilting front: sewn halfway in one direction. How mysterious is that description. If you’re a quilter you probably get it.

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