A Grand Plan – Part 13 (What’s Important)

In the small dark hours of morning, an incongruous cold March wind whistling eerily through the vents, I forget about this project. I forget about fifty words. I remember the important things in life that matter more as you grow uncomfortably older.

Then daybreak comes and I remember to forget.

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