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Like all who linger
I am dwindling but not
Yet prepared to end
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D. J. Reddall
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 days ago in Petlife
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Feel like this could be applied multiple ways...Hope you are well, D.J.!
Sometimes I ruminate on that line between living your life and lingering in it, and when we decide that it’s been crossed. Another thought provoking entry!
Oh! This is fascinating, because I have no idea what exactly is dwindling - interest? Or something much more ominous? The fact that I don't makes me appreciate the senryu that much more. Also, I hope you're okay. 🙏
Got to keep going, D.J. Despite and inspite and all that.
Like D, I don’t know the context but I hope you are alright. 😊
Oh, this is so true and stirs wonderful memories of my dad. He always pondered about life, like this wonderful haiku ❤️
Is there a context for this? Is your health dwindling and you're not ready to die? 😅😅