Every day I pass this place and wonder.
Are you watching over me?
Did your passing change your face?
Does your smile ever reach your eyes?
Did your shattered fragments become whole?
Or are you still laughing as I stumble?
Not sure exactly what this is–poetry or flash or a weird combo, but thanks for the inspiration to girlie on the edge’s Six Sentence Story Challenge and Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
Life is short. It makes no sense to stumble, but I can see how that might inspire laughter as you mentioned in your last line.
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thanks for reading. 🙂
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Nicely done Tina
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Thank you o
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🥰
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If we lose our illusions of superiority on the other side, which I hope we do, laughing at someone’s stumble would become unthinkable.
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Hopefully. Thanks for reading. ☺️
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Good one, Tina!
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😊 thanks
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