a day.

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what i saw 

as i arrived at school 

for parent teacher conferences

at the beginning of the day.

also what i saw 

as i left school

after parent teacher conferences 

at the end of the same day.

 stories shared

questions answered

conversations had.

 a day always passes

no matter how busy or how calm

no matter what we have done or not done

somehow slipping by.

‘the long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.’

-alfred lord tennyson

 

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