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Take Care

Take Care

Painting of a father and daughter walking hand in hand
And I am an old man remembering, though I do not yet remember growing so old. Perhaps I am boring you in recitation, repeated ruts in my thoughts’ well-worn tracks. Perhaps I am wondering what went wrong? That grin lost to me, ground out. Perhaps knowing why, I am still unable to mend what I broke. But   all that is ahead of me now, the hill dips lower and you have found a good stone for me. You place it in my palm, rough, mottled, a good weighty feel. I accept as I do and will do. It goes in my pocket, another  talisman.