and a bag of recycling caught my eye -- it was a big homemade greeting card and it looked sad in with garbage because I know people had put effort into creating this for someone. I stopped to read some of the inscriptions -- tu esta mi corazon -- you are my heart -- and I told myself again what I say when I throw away a card -- that I appreciate the sentiment and the sentiment doesn't change because you no longer have the card. It's still hard to do.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tu Esta Mi Corazon
Walking down my block yesterday -- and here's how it looks in the fall --

and a bag of recycling caught my eye -- it was a big homemade greeting card and it looked sad in with garbage because I know people had put effort into creating this for someone. I stopped to read some of the inscriptions -- tu esta mi corazon -- you are my heart -- and I told myself again what I say when I throw away a card -- that I appreciate the sentiment and the sentiment doesn't change because you no longer have the card. It's still hard to do.
and a bag of recycling caught my eye -- it was a big homemade greeting card and it looked sad in with garbage because I know people had put effort into creating this for someone. I stopped to read some of the inscriptions -- tu esta mi corazon -- you are my heart -- and I told myself again what I say when I throw away a card -- that I appreciate the sentiment and the sentiment doesn't change because you no longer have the card. It's still hard to do.
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