Times have flowed on and changed. I miss seeing my friends everyday. I have no idea if the friendships will last past the final clock out. I just hope they will.
Memories of the times
A thicket of blonde appearing over the green boards. Coming down to chat to me about the latest book readings. Relieving the utter crushing boredom of a job with no challenge. Creating smiles that change the entire face.
The other blonde peering around the far dilbert with the wide eyes thinking us all in
giving opinions freely.
Sitting in a circle talking nonsense and sense.
We had way more fun than we should have had I'm sure of it.
But where is it all without the silliness.
It is all in a haze now and I miss it much.
Times move on, move on, move on, move on.
Farewell
Monday, April 14, 2008
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