swept up, swept under.

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Today…
The sun was nice; the studio was peaceful;
I painted, prayed, and felt at ease.
But when evening came,
so did the tears.
I miss you, Carl, so very, very much that
I can hardly stand it.

{originally published Feb 24, 2015}

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