MEMORIES The myth of who we were, where does it go when the photos fade,and the tapestries go thread bare,while the story well runs dry?What part of us endures when we go where memory can not follow? KAW photo  http://www.flickr.com/photos/thescw/5486416487/sizes/l/in/photostream/

MEMORIES

The myth of who we were, 
where does it go when the photos fade,
and the tapestries go thread bare,
while the story well runs dry?
What part of us endures 
when we go where memory can not follow?

KAW


photo  http://www.flickr.com/photos/thescw/5486416487/sizes/l/in/photostream/

1 year ago

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  1. ez1771 posted this

FLUID GRACE
Since childhood, I’ve been a writer, a teller of very tall tales and a whisperer of truths beyond my knowing. I wrote to stay alive. Now I write out of gratitude for the continued gift of living and I live nourished by the shared gifts of others.

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