she had closed her eyes
to so much
for so long
that eventually
they receded into
mere specks of
background color.
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+ Her Barefoot Heart
she had closed her eyes
to so much
for so long
that eventually
they receded into
mere specks of
background color.
To see the big picture . . . Continue reading
“i was a war bride,” she says. “we were so scared – things were changing so fast – we needed something to hold onto and we knew marriage even if we didn’t know each other.”
“but i wouldn’t do it again. no, i definitely wouldn’t do it again.”
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maybe it’s because my daddy worked in a rock quarry,
maybe it’s because i collected rocks as a kid,
maybe it’s because i’m plum nelly crazy.
whatever the reason,
i see stories in stone.
stoneiatures, i call them.
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the complete photo,
come right this way . . .
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