A photo and poetry blog - simply images and words
Such a wonderful photo of the waxing moon, that prompter of the creative mind. At times like these I wish I could fly!!
What a beautiful shot!
Ygraine,Thank you. And I would too like to sit on the edge of the moon with my legs hanging down - and yes I would whistle to the wind :)
Thank you Rachel :) I have been star gazing again (not that anyone would notice hehe)
Beautiful photo, Rose!
Thank you Liz :)
It's nice that we can find 'gold' in such memories but it is worth the trade in time, I wonder?
Daniel,Over time even the most tarnished memories become gilded. I think that is how the brain processes hurtful memories they heal over time and dont seem so bad after all - that is probably why when someone dies or leaves you you remember only the good things about the person or the relationship :)
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