Sunday, 13 March 2016

Un-noteworthy Morphing.

on yours

Since my aunt died I’ve been drinking tea.

Black tea.

With milk.

I know that doesn’t noteworthy, but it does represent a change.

It was always green tea and no milk before.

Since she died I’ve also been drinking my tea from a cup she gave me for Christmas twenty years ago.

I had never used it until now.

Ok, it might be a way of holding onto her; but I think I’m morphing.

I’m becoming her.

I walk like her.

I look like her.

Which is weird.

As she, was a she.


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