Sometimes there’s no words,
only the magic of the layers of
memory – peeled back
and re-layered to say something of
the dreaming that is
the journey from childhood to youth
and the times
family are together . . .
June
Sometimes there’s no words,
only the magic of the layers of
memory – peeled back
and re-layered to say something of
the dreaming that is
the journey from childhood to youth
and the times
family are together . . .
June
Writer, photographer, lover of unity in diversity in thought and humanity - poet by nature, world citizen View more posts
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