Day 705, Stuck? On the right it is me, uncombed standing crooked. Next my wife, good-looking, all dressed up, hair in a bun. We say goodbye to our memories you see; some parts are blocking the sun. The sun that gives us warmth is either setting or rising, is this morning or evening? Are we going to wait, or getting higher or are we just so rooted like the trees you see here? Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.