Friday, August 31, 2012

Who am I to say

Matthew drives the same tractor his grandfather did. Fits him, just like the old man. He seems most at peace on that old thing. Like he’s almost conversing with him. I see he’s calling it a day, early. He saw the lights on in the distance. She’s surely there. But I don’t know if it’s where he needs to be. But who am I to say?

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