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ptwils165 Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 50 |
Shy whispers from an overturned page tell of sibling summers, and soft towels scraping sand from tiny toes as dad rests on the coastline wall. Papering pink feet with care, he is determined, yet smiling as if he somehow knows that his youth lies here with ours. On the right, my sister, with an ice-cream tipped to the ground, a falling tower half-gripped by four miniature fingers. They forget their purpose, as holiday hours detonate sights and infant sounds to frames forever forming. Two children wonder, not in confusion, but in amazement. As aching tides strengthen with every sigh, and sifting seas refuse to tire, shards of antique rock emboss our memories of a neon sky. They sharpen this picture of hazy june against a backdrop of laughing sands, and the shadows which will never miss the pacific as we do. [This message has been edited by ptwils165 (05-22-2003 07:55 PM).] |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
good read QjQ |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
I have some scrapbooks just like you describe they are great to look back on remembering all the things in the photos Great piece, I enjoyed it very much  Julie |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sort of melancholic but beautiful too |
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ptwils165 Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 50 |
thanks guys for your replies, it's appreciated, especially as I can't seem to write anything right now - this is the first post in weeks, i'm struggling..... |
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