The suitcases are long packed with memories. I’m waiting. The leather is as wrinkled as my skin. Scars of the time. I wait as the years turn into days, the days into hours and hours into minutes. The hurry from the youth stealing my balance, my breath going away. I wait for …
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Glad you’re back, Elizabeth! And yes, so much time is spent waiting, when instead we could simply enjoy the moment.
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Hi Meg, you are right, it would be great if we could reprogram the mind to the being in the present mode. 🙂
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Elizabeth hope all is well with you. Seeing you after a long time. Nice post. Thanks 👍
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Hi Kamal, it’s nice to be back, thanks! 🙂
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Great nice to see you back Elizabeth 🙏🙏🙏
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Like a ponderance of life, love it, well done.
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Thanks Mason! We always wait for something or someone, sometimes we wait for ourselves.
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Love the take.
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Thanks Rupali!
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A very evocative and touching poem Elizabeth. Thanks for joining in my friend.
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Thanks Sadje, the photo is inviting!
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🩷🩷🩷
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Waiting seems to be the theme of life. Nice take.
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Yes, VJ, we are always waiting for same thing, for the right moment or for some people. Thanks for stopping by.
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My pleasure
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Elizabeth–it is so good to see you back here. I have missed you! Hoping all is well. ❤
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Hi Lois, I’m Ok! A little without inspiration, I’m catching up little by little. I missed you too and Parker, of course! Hugs to both of you!
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