kinnery, twenty summers old. someday, we'll become birds and snowflakes and dandelion seeds, and we'll fly away on the wind like the vagabond souls we are. take my hand.

kinnery@live.ca

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maybe i forgot what it's like to let go and exist as time happens, without thoughts of futures, pasts, kings and storybooks. maybe i fell in love with you in a moment just like this one, an infinitely divisible, infinitely small moment like this one, and forever crave to get that moment back and learn to love you again.
funerals always feel like storybooks. reality hesitates to percolate through to surrounding haze, and it's easy to forget. it's always easier to forget.

fen richmond
december 11, 1992 -- december 22, 2010
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