As if forever was a given, pave stones set about a garden advanced in years would tell of courageous feet and purposed paths. Etched upon each one the tempestuous vagaries of life. I walked there, and have come across none twice.
The next step before me waits for its instructions. The year spins past and the intricate journey satisfies something deep.
HardWriteTurn 
it’s always nice to hear from another writer–love the way you twist and tangle words AND the title of your blog!
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Thank you for the comment. I appreciate feedback! The title of your post restates a question I’ve often asked myself. What does indeed happen? There are transitions in life that seem to alter the human spirit. I loved the description of your grand-daughter. I could really envision her standing there with her love gift outstretched. I have grandchildren too.
Good hearing from you!
Lyla
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