poems by Rachel Green
Was away for the weekend and now I'm catching up.In a little while people will have forgotten (almost) what this spot looked like with the willows.I can even think of places I've gone by and thought - I remember when...but can't picture it exactly anymore. Progress is sad.
Indeed. I remember a lot before progress. I hate returning to my childhood village for that reason.
It's a bit sad but may be ok when it's finished. What is that attached to the dog? That pink thing??
That's be my hand holding the leash, Gina ;)
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Was away for the weekend and now I'm catching up.
In a little while people will have forgotten (almost) what this spot looked like with the willows.
I can even think of places I've gone by and thought - I remember when...but can't picture it exactly anymore. Progress is sad.
Indeed. I remember a lot before progress. I hate returning to my childhood village for that reason.
It's a bit sad but may be ok when it's finished. What is that attached to the dog? That pink thing??
That's be my hand holding the leash, Gina ;)
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