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Scribblings Found in an Old Notebook

Found an old notebook, and before I recycled it, I wanted to make sure there was nothing in it I needed. Etched on the side of a dog-eared page was the following scratchings:

Short break between calls
Sitting under the breaths of trees
Book cracked my face in the sun
Softening shoulder

Light green maple
With bright red wings
Candy sprinkles
Shining in sunlight.

Boy calling play
Play, Daddy, Play.
Soon wings will fly
Seeds will sprout

Like a vivid memory recalled after a pungent smell, I remember hastily scratching those lines before running after a bright blue ball…

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