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| cynthia: ink, foil mono-print + collage |
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My Dad never made promises, ever.
And so, he never broke a promise.
Mom gave possibilities and some promises.
Do you remember being a kid when time stood still?
When the event seemed to be eons away?
And, if you could get it to be moved sooner, you'd try?
I was thinking about that today, as a very grown adult.
I learned it as a kid, but it's still true.
You learn who makes soft promises. They teach you.
With good intentions they promise,
but you have learned over time,
that something more important may come up.
So you don't let 100% of your heart believe,
so it won't hurt if it falls through.
Very childlike indeed.
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| Doug Ivan, Demura Sensei, Makoto Ibushi, demo, 1980 |
A smile for Thursday ...
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