Uncategorized Imagined December 2, 2016 spanishwoods 11 Comments photo by Sylvia your hushed voice floats above my head with the clouds and the wind and my imagined memories Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Sometimes it is such a small leap from imagined to real memories. I am not sure our mind cares. 🙂 But if my memory serves me correctly now, that may be a honey locust. –Curt LikeLike Reply
You are absolutely right on both counts. I’m not sure our mind cares. Imagined memories can be comforting. And…it is indeed a honey locust. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
spanishwoods 
Good one 🙂
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Thank you.
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Beautifully written 🙂
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Thanks so much.
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Very intriguing! 🙂
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Sometimes it is such a small leap from imagined to real memories. I am not sure our mind cares. 🙂 But if my memory serves me correctly now, that may be a honey locust. –Curt
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You are absolutely right on both counts. I’m not sure our mind cares. Imagined memories can be comforting. And…it is indeed a honey locust. 🙂
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Deeply beautiful.
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Thank you. 🙂
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isim yazıyor sanırsın ilk bakışta 🙂 güzel
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Thank you 🙂
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