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Indeed it seems that sometimes we have to search hard for those memories!
It does seem like that Mary!
How long the light, the shadows, down this fine esplanade.
Both the shadows and the light are so interesting I think
Drunk with freedom makes me think of a prisoner let free... but there can be many reasons to search the streets for waypoints.
What an amazing poem with such strong visuals....I am working with my mom as she recalls her childhood and many of those memories, though hard to reach, once unleashed have been an avalanche of emotions.
This sounds like a mom who suddenly finds herself with a free afternoon. LOL. I know the feeling. I remember wandering downtown all afternoon, one day back then, unable to even find myself some lunch.
Some days, memory is hard to catch...
The older I get the harder it becomes. Such is life!
"...a memory / marked in sepia wash"..Oh how wonderfully you've put it. It's exactly like that. I also love the use of 'opaque colors". Beautiful.
Exquisite ... delicately rendered, with a undertone of fragility that is so germane to the content. Fabulous title.
Love the sepia wash ending ~
Absolutely love this Gorgeous
That sepia wash ending left me breathless!💞 Just wow!💞
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