
i used to go out
always
carrying my faithful companions
a journal, a camera and freedom
registering moments
as if they would disappeared
at any second
thoughts, images and details
now
the journals are piled up
in a corner of my closet
the photos are resting in a shoe box
and the memories are fading
i am alone
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Ah… so heart-wrenching! Memories keep us going.
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Thanks so much!
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This is so poignant, Elizabeth! Beautifully expressed.
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Thanks so much!
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Aw, that’s sad. Nicely done Elizabeth.
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Thanks Jane!
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Wow! A poem that pulls at the heart strings. Thank you Elizabeth for joining in.
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Thanks Sadje, the photo prompt is great!
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A great accompaniment to the photo, but a sad one.
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Thanks Lois, they were my feelings this morning!
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I hope the day gets better for you, Elizabeth.
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Thanks, Lois!
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and I think some memories can never be recorded. they’re the most beautiful when they are not recorded and just exist as a core memory in us. ✨
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You are right! Thanks!
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You’re welcome 🦋✨
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a heartfelt one ✨🦋
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Thanks!
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Welcome Elizabeth 😌🦋✨
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