What would it be like to live alone on my porch, hermit like and relic, and what would become of me?

[s0a0f0f0r0n]

Today is my last night sitting on the front porch. It has been a fleeting summer day. Nothing has lasted long. Even the weather has come and gone ephemerally. The rain is a soft drizzle; steam is collecting on the sidewalks and driveway. I am thinking about myself. Who doesn't have regrets or leaves behind half-lived notions of grandeur. I wave

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[thatrhondagirl]

Lauren, have you ever realized how awesome you are? *hug* ^_^