soundsnap.

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i remember a conversation 

that took place in our farmhouse kitchen 

back when i was a mere girl. 

a conversation amongst

my mother and her girlfriends....

they all grew up together.

went to school together.

married at the same age.

and gave birth to a passel of kids

all at the same time.

they were saying they were of the age

where their friends were starting to die off. 

and that's how i felt today as i looked around the room

at all the people gathered in that chapel
where i attended a memorial service. 

i leaned forward and whispered into a friend's ear:

how come there's no young people here??

i was glad i had worn my 

blue

bad-ass

floor-stomping

fiorentini-and-baker

leather boots:

the soundsnap on the linoleum

brought joy to my soul
with each step i took.

even with death all around:

life is good. 

this dance is so sweet. 

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