twenty miles from where I live now
my childhood home
I'm still there / my four year old self
on the porch steps sitting in sunlight
dressing my reluctant cat in doll clothes
Photograph by Evan Leavitt
Ah! The long series of moments that we exist...they never leave us. Those ghostly memories cling to us...some bright, some dark. Loved this. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Rita, for your thoughtful comment. I'm glad you understand ... :)
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