the once-baby on the bus now stands on her mama's lap; the baby carrier has turned into a stroller.
i have one more grey hair, near the part of my hair--it's wiry and wants to be heard.
the town is in bloom, rhododendron cupcakes all throughout; it smells like the flowers i imagine mrs. dalloway bought.
i've gone to windows down or open, and though i damn how quickly times goes, i love having the spring breeze.
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