Little things.
Maybe I'm crazy, but...
When I was a little girl, my mom
told me that I was always late to school.
One day she followed me to see why...
I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees,
rolling on the sidewalk, or...
ants, crossing the road...
the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk...
Little things.
I think it's the same with people.
I see in them little details, so specific to each other,
that move me, and that I miss, and...
will always miss.
You can never replace anyone,
because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details.
Like I remember the way...
your beard has a little bit of red in it.
And how the sun was making it glow that...
that morning, right before you left.
I remember that, and...
I missed it!
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