Birthday March

ImageMarching up the hill, I was punched mercilessly by the sun. Today was my wife’s birthday, and my car was in ruins–destroyed by a careless driver. Although her flowers were wilting and her card was dirt-smudged, at least the bottle of wine was intact, unlike my spirit. As my work shirt grew soggy, I yearned for home like never before.


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