Reaching the recesses of my mind where memories elusive ghosts.
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frozen ghosts? there is something here in the south during the winter – it doesn’t snow – but the cold is intense and the fires in the fireplaces warm the body and mind (the memory?) and we are called introspective. we live the inner life. on the street, there is always a coffee shop and a good coffee to keep the memories alive. no ghosts.
frozen ghosts? there is something here in the south during the winter – it doesn’t snow – but the cold is intense and the fires in the fireplaces warm the body and mind (the memory?) and we are called introspective. we live the inner life. on the street, there is always a coffee shop and a good coffee to keep the memories alive. no ghosts.
Sounds grand. So appreciate your comment…
I find that traumatic memories can be buried (repressed), or spectre like, ghosts.
it’s true, but on the other hand they can be support for us to move forward. hugs.
Very true! They sometimes even spawn a poem! hugs
Wintersongs and fugues… I can relate. I love this photo; it is like a memory of dream.
So glad to hear that Michael.
Like how you framed this photo with ragged edges. It completes the photo. Writing has helped me deal with some elusive ghosts.
They are the framing options in the Pixlr app. Thanks for your comment!
I saw that ghost in the background. LOL Anita
Oh, like before you read the sentence? Cool!