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  2004-08-26 / 11:29 a.m.
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Dad and I sat in his back yard this past wekend and talked about Ginger. He said "That whole day with her (the day before she died) was so good and it was just different somehow...I wonder why that was?" He looked at me.

"Well Dad, if there is a God and he isn't a complete asshole, maybe he was doing you a favor."

"Yeah, but he didn't have to take her," and his voice cracked and he choked on tears and my heart wrenched.

"I said 'if'."

 
   

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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.

 

 

 
       

 




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