Watching through the curtains, she judges the day.
The moody winter sun filters through the fabric and
becomes small, peppered sparks in her weary eyes.
Love the photo and poem – which reminded me of the lace makers of old, who made it all by hand, often in very dim light. So no wonder, the weary eyes 🙂
Love the photo and poem – which reminded me of the lace makers of old, who made it all by hand, often in very dim light. So no wonder, the weary eyes 🙂
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Thank you.
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Oh I like it… Reminds me of my grandma behind these curtains, these are exact ones we used to have…. thank you for bringing back memories!
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Glad I could bring a good memory your way today.
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a magical image for me
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Ah, all things that conjure magic are so so good.
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Classy curtains. And I am thinking of an elderly woman who may have made the curtains. –Curt
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Not sure if she made them. Interesting lady who’s seen a lot of life for sure.
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