Wandering Memories

Jul 13, 2024 10:00


   I am running down a jungle path, a lane of reddish dirt bounded by giant leafy fronds. The ferns tower over me and crazily lurch in my vision as I toddle haphazardly with the speed of joy, excited to be going somewhere. Soon we're in a museum in the jungle, I stare in amazement at colorful butterflies lined up under glass cases ( Read more... )

historical nonfiction, wilhelm fricke, history, autobiographical, caspar van de ley

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pondhopper July 13 2024, 07:54:34 UTC
Your last line says it just right and resonates with me as you can well imagine.

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engarian July 13 2024, 14:19:00 UTC
Finally getting a bit caught up with you. New titles, new jobs - you've been quite busy!

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