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Thursday, August 23, 2012


Strange how individual sensations can pass without trace, no touching the soul; but a combination of two or more can send the senses reeling and rush one back to a certain moment in time: a childhood flash of magic or a special brush of a l
over's lips.
No time or space can stop these occasional "sparkles." The currents of time might send them off to some ethereal pool, but the run-off of the memory leaves condensation on the heart...ready for re-absorption through time.
Sometimes that condensation finds its way to the arena of tears, slips away, and leaves an emotional scar down one's face. But that trail of pain etches beauty into the face and spirit of each of us.
NOTE: photo is random internet find...words are mine...

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