I’d seen eyes like hers before. At Easter; I think it was at Easter; or sometime in springtime, anyway; seen a face like hers at an old friend’s wedding of flowers in a springtime backyard amid midnight winecups. I’d seen a face with eyes like hers.
seasons come and go
—humanity vanishes—
memories remain
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Go Dog Go Café
Haibun Wednesday
~ backyard ~
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Fandango’s One Word Challenge
~ human ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Oh, this is sad but so true. I really enjoyed the repetition in the prose…suspenseful ♥️
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