she pushed icy stones inside of her coat pockets, walking straight into the frigid water–
and i wish i could run back in time to save her
Virginia
she pushed icy stones inside of her coat pockets, walking straight into the frigid water–
and i wish i could run back in time to save her
spanishwoods 
Oh wow, powerful
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Thank you.
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I am reading “Mrs. Dalloway” right now, utterly incredible. Your thoughts and words here, as always Sylvia, moved me immensely.
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Thank you for sharing that Jet. I’m going to re-read some of her work and hopefully read some others that I’ve never read before. She was so prolific, I find her to be endlessly interesting.
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Aw yes! Always so sad.
Lovely photo though.
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Thank you.
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Run swiftly.
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Yes, I’d have to….
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gives me chills
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yes
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I like your photo a lot. Reminds me of the rocks of the lake Superior shoreline, a favorite subject of mine.
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Rocks are so beautiful. I’m constantly picking them up when I walk around. I can see why it would be a favorite subject.
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The rocks at Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore are so irresistible that it’s illegal to remove them.
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Haunting! there is something mesmerizing about a pile of rocks – find myself photographing them lately.
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Yes, I agree.
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Peggy is forever picking up rocks. Fortunately, they are only for bringing home and putting in her rock garden.
A sad tale.
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Oh, I would love a rock garden!
and, it is sad and for some reason, it gets sadder as i age
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