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Then, a year has passed

The phone rings everyday

But it’s not for me

Start before you’re ready

Wait until you’re wilting

Another round of stretches

At the starting line

But the horn doesn’t sound

(It may never)

(That’s the worst part)

May I look back on this and laugh

May I look back on this and see

Life unfolding in its own time

Most things unfold right on time

But I have disagreed with Time before

With Love,

Natalie