Monday, January 3, 2011


thirty years sounds,
when one is younger,
thirty years can happen,
when one is not looking
in an instant.
thirty years ago,
we moved to chambersburg
into a building
being rebuilt
dreams were there
hopes were there
work was there.....

the building was, well, rebuilt with good intentions and not so good construction.
somehow the front roof had held up
this year was the tipping point
the roof needed to be "gone"
the process was painful
as memories of the past
slid though my head....

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