And Now I See
I am drinking my grandfather's drink or
at least the one that I remember him drinking and
with each sip I slide a little lower in my chair and
brush off the things that I was originally going to
write about.
For some reason it all doesn't seem
important at this moment.
The only thing that seems important is
this painting, the people in the other room and
the door that seperates us.
I am drinking my grandfather's drink or
at least the one that I remember him drinking and
now I see
why this was
his drink.
... Enjoy!
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