Pungent Memories

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A crystal moon, a frozen branch dancing outside the window, a fire, ash and a crumpled charred log; memories open and angry, resembling streamers in the wind of life. Always remembering each day, each hour, fate unrelentingly climbs, seeks answers and nothing in life is forgotten.

 

©2016.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

 

 

thBPHSKA15“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”

 

 

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