Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Funny what we remember.And timing can be eerie. Last night I dreamed of my own death when today is the anniversary of my father's passing. Very strange.
Ah, yes.... And I’m inclined to make more of these coincidences, if that is indeed what they are, than perhaps I should. But as I’ve mentioned before, when you grow up around old aunties reading fortunes in coffee cups, I guess it’s inevitable.
I hade a fortune to grow up around my aunties reading fortunes from the coffie cup's,most interesting period of my childhood besides being who I am.Love the colorful way of your writings.Greetings and a good day to you.
Greetings, and thank you.
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