No, not Sinatra.
This fellow.
A damselfly alighted a moment along a shaded path.
Funny, but I see him and I think of my father the last Christmas, a month before he died. He wasn't there: that's what the doctors said. He scored zero on the cognition test.
But his eyes.
His blue blue eyes.
They were there.
Like this fellow's.
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