Seven pets, at least, are buried where my sister and I played, digging and swinging without fearing the future.
The sandbox, swings, and siblings left, tears fell, weeds overgrew. But five dogs, a bunny, and a bird named Lucky remind us of life’s fragility, even after so many years.
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Danielle Dayney 
This is such a precious post, Danielle. Short, but filled with a lifetime of stories and memories.
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Thank you!
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I love these sacred spaces in our yards (do we all have them?) where our family pets are laid to rest. Even when we move, they still seem to have a special space in our memories. The detail of the bird named Lucky was wonderful — I felt bad for chuckling.
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That’s a lovely take on the prompt. The little details worked so well!
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This line shows the passage of time so beautifully :The sandbox, swings, and siblings left, tears fell, weeds overgrew. Lovely as always, Danielle!
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You write nostalgia so well. It made me miss my childhood yard, but also think fondly of my current home and all of those to come.
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Thank you for commenting! So glad you liked it 🙂
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Very nostalgic, very tender, and yet very grounded.
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Thanks, Christine! ❤️
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