Jhascrapmom:
The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware
Jhascrapmom:
picked from the garden while waiting for her date
Jhascrapmom:
three
Jhascrapmom:
HBM - the album edition
Jhascrapmom:
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore
Jhascrapmom:
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
Jhascrapmom:
I remember him standing there like a break in the mist, or the shadow under old trees & I wish I had known then it is the place we cannot go that needs our touch most
Jhascrapmom:
let us go in, the fog is rising ~
Jhascrapmom:
More Hijinx
Jhascrapmom:
If I never loved I never would have cried.
Jhascrapmom:
Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay. But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way.
Jhascrapmom:
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Jhascrapmom:
Le Soldat Inconnu
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Then there were three:)
Jhascrapmom:
Way different nightfall at the lake tonight than last...
Jhascrapmom:
leaves
Jhascrapmom:
“Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.” - Wallace Stevens
Jhascrapmom:
sixteen
Jhascrapmom:
Seen better days...
