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I Sprinkled Some Redundancy on The Page

I Sprinkled Some Redundancy On The Page: Image showing the blank page of a notebook with a pencil.
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

I kept staring at a blank page for days.

I just didn’t know where to start. What I would say next. Or where to end.

All the words I knew sounded awfully redundant.

My handwriting kept fading away on a page that was tearing because it could not possibly hold all of what I meant.

My hands softly shook as they tried to hold

All the memories. All the smiles. All the inside jokes. All the unfinished sentences. All the tears. All the headshakes of consternation. All the smells. All the dance moves. All the pieces of advice--both those I took and those I was too stubborn to follow. All the kind gestures. All the life lessons.

I still don’t know where to start.

But I think a

Happy Birthday!

Is at least appropriate.

I sprinkled some redundancy and some prayers on the page. I doodled some nostalgic shapes. I jotted a few words of gratitude.

It still looks empty.

But I hope you can read some of the faded handwriting.

Maybe if you look close enough, you will see that I tried to spell

I love you.


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