ephemera

daughter: don't look, i'm making you a present.
mother: ok.
daughter: but - i don't think you'll like it, because it's not going to last. you'll probably throw it away immidiately.
mother: not all things are meant to last, sweetie.
daughter: i know. like people.
...
she had painted me some tissue paper and hung them on a string across the room to dry in the sun.
later that night, after she had gone to sleep, i lay quietly down beside her in her bed. i held her softly and stroke her face and cried.
she knows. like people.
just like that.

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we're back from our little trip to the woods and our yearly viking adventure, and i'm currently sorting through my photos. will be back. and no, no one's dying (that i know of) :)