Inspired by the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt#108
He kept seeing himself, in his youth, through dreams that did not have the shape of memories, in a role of a quiet spirit, an observer of his past life. Only near dawn, did the spirit at last morphed into himself, an old man lying in pain, aspiring to peace…
Picture: Gaston Xhardez, “Création”, photomontage, 1958 – via les-sources-du-nilles-sources-du-nil.tumblr.com
Poignant, the solitude.
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