if our lives became a line
graph: how we grow closer
intersect, grow farther again
or those overlapping circles:
same, not same in definition
dreams, religion, kids—
so we smooth, repair, strengthen
this thread, spin it out stretching
holding over miles and years
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I love this, Jennifer. Yes, old friends–perfect!
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Thanks, Merril. We had some old friends visiting over the weekend–lots of talk and laughter.
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How wonderful! Enjoy!
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I like this. Those threads, crisscrossing the world. Lovely.
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Thank you, Sarah. The kind of thread that can stretch a lot and not break!
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I have old friends like this – the ones that are always in your heart even if you lose touch for awhile. When you do meet again you pick up right where you left off and it’s like no time has passed at all. 🙂
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Exactly!
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Oh, this is beautiful. Just exactly. We thread together our lives in so many different ways, but we each remain holding one end that we can pull when needed. (K)
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Perfectly put. And thank you.
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