Memories unique
Filaments of time gone by
Rearranged in mind.
No two are alike
Even in same family
Tales shape crazy quilt.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Love your writing, was a “fan” from my earlier blog–glad to find you again.
Thanks for your comment. I appreciate your remembering me.
Most welcome 🙂
I love the last line and how this comes together! Very nice
Thanks.
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nicely woven
Thanks. I like your wording. 🙂
Yes it’s so interesting how we all remember things in different ways 🙂
Thanks for your comment.
Oh this one really says it so well about just about every family. Thank you for saying it so well. 🌍
Thanks, JoHanna