Honesty Found in the Dirt
Delitescent Stories Waiting for an Advent
Monday, November 3, 2014
"Okay"
I've been left with
a handkerchief that
has turned a mustardy
yellow. It's aged as we
have. It's often left in
the garage next to
tools for things I'm not
sure of. It has come into
many uses in it's time;
it shows up to clean
up—other times it
disappears
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