I will miss things (sometimes).

I will miss somethings sometimes.

I will walk on roads, but more often on sidewalks.

I will walk in fields again someday, I'm sure of it.

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There will be open-mouthed laughter sometimes.

There will be hamburgers and cheese burgers and more.

There will be swimming – be it pool or stream or ocean.

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Science. Art. Happiness. Fear. Math. Inside and outside. More math and crazy math.

All these things.

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I'm going to write my way through this cheesey sentimental something if that's what it is. I have no idea what's on the other side.

This is a partial recovery of what was written the other night and feared lost when things got all glitchy. It's that last bit "Science. Art..." that was much longer and maybe I'll find the time to rebuild it along the way. Maybe tonight.