Alma Gemela
The nostalgia seeps when we walk around the old neighborhood. We breathe the background showcasing the strokes of a new artist. The air filled with naive scents, as before. Our joys, our struggles, surfaced. We rejoiced every reminiscence spent together.
I turn to leave, joining hands, reassurance of support, our eyes expressing the emotions and hearts holding the conversation.
Why would you worry for words when a mountain of memories echoes your thoughts?
Her radiant smile pulls me to the present. We walk without whispering a word.
Like two jigsaw pieces, perfected to complete.
My Strength and Spine, My Sister.
- Category: General / Misc
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Dedicated to all the soul mates!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Apologies. I may be on and off for a while. Time is not on my team these days. Though, I hope to read.
And thanks a million! For the continued support couldn't have reached 80! if not for you all.
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Christopher over 2 years ago
Beautiful. And no worries. We all have moments where we are away for brief periods when we don't quite have the time to condense life into a hundred words.
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Christopher!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Brian!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Sarah!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Sully!
