memories are like ghosts—
slipping through open doors,
stealing through open windows,
piercing through open hearts
Memories
memories are like ghosts—
slipping through open doors,
stealing through open windows,
piercing through open hearts
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Well-worn paths in our minds, the deeper the rut, the more likely the appearance. Good memories can prop us us or be an escape route. Bad memories can serve as valuable lessons but mainly tear us down. It always seems to me Sylvia, that it is best to live in the present as much as possible. Your photo is an excellent illustration for the subject. –Curt
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Yes, I agree Curt, living in the present is very important for one’s sanity and peace of mind. Both of which I often lack.
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Me too, which is why I work at trying to achieve it…
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Well said.
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thank you! 🙂
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And, once those, ghosts and, memories, get to us, we will, never be able to, completely, exorcise them, out of, our lives, again.
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very true!
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Very nice.
Your prose reminded me of the Elvis song, “Memories.”
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Oh, that Elvis voice!!!
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I see you swooning, Sylvia (LOL).
Hit replay a few times, the song will stay with you all day.
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Nice. Have a lovely day.
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thank you 🙂 same to you!
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You’re welcome! And thanks. It was a good day.
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They do love to wend their way in by whatever means they find. Lovely, Sylvia!
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indeed 🙂
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🙂
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