(Untitled)

[personaminor]

In the tumult of an evening's reunions, we come to an old realization, as though we've always known, as though we've been present for each other's weddings and births: it can be neither created nor destroyed. But we know at the root, it must be shared. So in the meanderings through flung elbows and fists, men and women dumped unceremoniously on

Comments

[kristenred]

I loved this.

[personaminor]

Thanks.

[highlandwolf]

This rolls around in my head, sounding perfect for some reunion situations I've experienced too. You capture so many underlying emotions here, I'll be working it around in my head for a while.

Thanks for sharing!

[personaminor]

Thanks for reading.