Ex Naranja|Cave Canem
I'm doing laundry tonight, and the orange stuff was up for rotation.
Sheets et al.
The last heartbeat other than mine which I heard in the orange was yours.
Prior to the orange even being in existence,
it was Grace's bed, and my sanctuary with her.
Today is the third year to mark her passing on this first Tuesday in October.
That year, it was the Day of Atonement.
I think I'm atoning now.
Then again, it never stops, does it?