When I finally got used to the number 8 on the calendar, it’s already April. Time whizzes by like sand running through the hourglass.
Whenever there was a college reunion, it was mostly about the 5Ws and an H. It’s been long since we last heard from each other. The lives of others sound wonderful.
Couldn’t see sunset these days because of the cloudy weather. Miss the spring twilight.
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