Old photographs Father front center Children in awe eyes wide Mothers hands tightly folded sepia images wrapped neatly pieces of linen loosely regarded memories change with the passing of time tied with a tender touch obsessive perfection silk ribbon once brilliant sapphire shade of blue faded edges similar to the way stories of the past …
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My Heart Doesn’t Sing
On any given day or any given moment fly by night whimsical stargazing backtracking sense of well-being gently slips away without resistance without pause for concern Getting clear of a suffocating fog surround sound droning - endlessly a long drawn out daze blowing smoke in the face of a higher power - father, son and …
Trilby Yates 