Monday, September 21, 2009

Vagabondism #228

228 Life’s memories are slowly dripping away in the sunshine like water from the tip of an icicle.

3 comments:

Nina P. said...

To pool again, evaporate, saturate and rain new again upon the soul. Love and Light, Nina P

Liz said...

Dripping! That cooks the best roast pototoes.
If you recycle the heat carefully that tries to destroy the best memories frozen in time then you will recapture the sunlight that produced them without the cold that betrayed them.
I love roast potatoes!

a corgi said...

that's why sometimes (most times) life's memories should be preserved through writings and pictures so they can be revived

betty

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