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Grandmother. July 1957.
Wild rose country. 🌸🐝
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To capture a moment of us would have been too much.
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. ☁
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"I don’t need the living ones."
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Called some old friends last night.
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I hope the cards are right, because from where I’m standing the future looks painful.
"For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams."
-Edgar Allan Poe
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