Once upon a time I was a small girl, living through air raids ‘There is a war on,' was the excuse. I don’t remember it all, but seared into my head behind my eyes, with flames and fire I see a crashing plane. I was three, and standing on the back path. My parents urging me to the shelter. “ Quickly, come on, Daddy will carry you
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I hope you always keep writing. I'd love to see your paintings. Do you ever post photos of them?
I know what you mean about never time to think and reflect. Sometimes...I actually miss that. It's summer now. I'm between semesters and sometimes too much reflecting isn't really good for me.
Thank you for sharing all these warm glimpses of your life and memories!
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Yes will post some photos of paintings. Will do a public post soon.
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Yes surviving is it some days, one day I will have a massive book to write about one of my 'prodigals !!!
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Oh, how well I know this feeling, even though there is a lot of my life (hopefully) still ahead of me.
This was a beautiful post.
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