I posted this in PS(now SivlerSingles) and it was appropriate for what is going on in my life at the present (time). Better days are ahead and Marjie was well enough to drive to the pharmacy and Dollar General and back home. Life is good. Here is the poem.
Time Is An Illusion
Time is an illusion;
A passing fantasy.
A tower of glistening icon
standing in the sun,
casting a drifting shadow
before the day is done.
It leaves no reflection
for the impotent night
where the dreamer takes flight
and time ceases to be.
Lorena/Cami
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