We drove past familiar rice fields in single file. We smelled adhesive on the wind, and covered our mouths with oily rags to block the nostalgia. The dog statue greeted us with it's broken parts. We ignored it's ugliness, as usual. We sat in a remodeled porch-house with drafty windows. The cold crept in as the conversation drifted out. Our punctuated silences were thankfully filled with gluttony. We said our stilted goodbyes. We offered stiff smiles and choppy departing waves, but we were genuinely thankful.
11:58 p.m. - 2015-12-16
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