He looks at the faded picture, the more he looks, the deeper his longing.
But he knows: it was so long ago, anything could have happened to her; for all he knows, she might be gone, far away…
Far away… this is a call to his imagination, to his ability to see further, deeper, to see what mere mortals cannot.
Of course, he knows, he cannot recall her, the girl of his memory, this is beyond his power, he cannot recall her in the flesh…
But he can write the book, and tell her story, which will transform her, forever.
I have some pictures like that. Always interesting to read a story that makes you look into yourself.
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Lovely.
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The power of writing…Beaituful
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I meant beautiful,
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I love the image you’ve created here. And as I heard it for a second time the following song started to play in my mind:
Do you feel the same way as I do?
Would love to hear your comment on my endeavor for this week.
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You leave us asking for more images beautifully stated.
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