Was that really me, signed his life away fresh-faced, innocent marched North then sailed East to unknown seas? Fuelled by anticipation, anchored by camaraderie, that boy who crawled through jungle deep weathered Burma heat and nightmarish infestations, adrenaline pumping infiltrated enemy lines unarmed, feckless nursed fears with booze adopted false bravado. Was that really me, […]
Influence minimal, once hair turns white and body slows to sloth Only words – genderless and without context serve to blindside Last weapon of age. (Image from created by yours truly.)
Intense, your presence, fierceness of talons, bulk of feathered might – humble my soul’s rejoicing, grateful to share this brief encounter. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.)
I remember! Good memories are such a part of teh fabric of who we are.
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Well said! Yes they are
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I adore all your photos. 😀
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Thanks Cee – fun challenge.
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Wonderful memories!
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They sure are!
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I almost chose a children’s slide myself, but yours are far better. Snakes and ladders, inspired, love it.
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Thanks!
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