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I’ll take your breath away as I enter the room. I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I stand on my soapbox and preach my causes. I stick my head in the sand and ignore the pain of the … Continue reading
Faces, On curled pages. Yesterday’s tokens, Cherished. Promises, On yellowed paper. Moments, Waiting to be remembered. Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. You can read all about it here. Would it be different if we tried again? Or would you still be a thorn on my rose?