It was a Saturday morning in early August–
we purchased you at the farmer’s market,
right outside the diner’s doors.
We had breakfast in that small town and
laughed while drinking strong coffee.
Later, leaving you in a vase on their kitchen table,
we said our goodbyes without realizing
the finality of that simple gesture.
spanishwoods 
always a enjoyable visit to your post thanks
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Thank you so much.
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This one breaks my heart. I hope the finality of the gesture isn’t a metaphor for something larger, and if it is, I’m sorry for your loss.
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Unfortunately it is. Thank you.
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My heart goes out to you. You expressed the feelings so truly.
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Thought provoking!
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Thank you.
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Oh my how gorgeous! Caro
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They were beautiful flowers.
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Very strong–beauty, tinged with sadness.
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Thank you.
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One never knows which goodbye will be our last, it is knowledge that is held from us. Therefore, we mustn’t take life for granted, every moment is a gift to cherish. Rejoice in the time spent, grateful for the dear memories. Blessings.
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Very true. Thank you.
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Yes heartbreaking yet joyfull ☺ lovely xo j
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Thank you very much.
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