I remember when she picked the poppies in the garden
and that photo was snapped on a summer afternoon.
A short time later, she became ill and was never the same
person again. But there, in that photo, she smiles while
picking poppies and that day becomes engraved in our memories.
spanishwoods 
Lovely photo and have lots of them here this year.
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Thank you. Enjoy them!
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Sometimes, you just don’t realize how fast something is gone, until you’d lost it, and then, you feel very sad…
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That’s true. It’s interesting how a photo can freeze a moment forever. And that can be such a good thing.
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I finished reading the play Rabbit Hole by David Lindsay-Abaire last night. And this post today morning. I felt that you read the play too last night..So aptly captured one of the many poignant feelings
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So beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Life is so fragile and precious
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It is. And I have to remind myself of this.
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We all do.
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Beautiful and sad ❤
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Thank you.
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Beautiful! The poppy’s petals looks like uncrumpled colored tissue paper used to wrap things.
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Yes, you’re right! It’s such a beautiful flower.
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Your words touched a tender place. Life changes, changes until it disappears altogether. Such a gift. You see this when you look at old photos and recall that time when your world was very different.
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Yes, exactly.
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Perfection!
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Thank you.
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Enjoy the moment. A good reminder.
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I agree.
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Great picture !!!! Lovely poppys 🙂
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Thank you!
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