Tuesday, May 2, 2006

remind me




the errant strands of auburn, the comely curve of ear, the glimpsed gold, dangling, delicate: he stops short.
"margaret?", he whispers.
and when he stumbles, and she turns, he realises.
he feels old, and flushed, and foolish, but oddly exalted. she was so near, and she has been so far away for such a long time.





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  1. la vie en roseMay 4, 2006 at 12:44 AM

    wow!

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  2. HildegardeMay 4, 2006 at 1:38 AM

    Very picturesque !

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  3. pieterbieMay 4, 2006 at 1:59 AM

    I'm trying to figure out the text. Intrigues me. I like the photo as well. You've really got me here, Lynn. Where? When? A hundred questions, to say the least. I hope I can sleep now. Else I'll try to soothe my mind thinking of you. I'm a liar, you know, I'm so tired I'll likely fall fast asleep straight away.

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  4. amandaMay 4, 2006 at 5:23 PM

    beautiful.simple.

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  5. MassimoMay 7, 2006 at 8:58 AM

    The golden light on the golden hedge, here at the entrance of the old house, ancient feeling of being home (thinking your soothing words, over and over).

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  6. Wim van der MeijMay 8, 2006 at 11:32 AM

    Wonder from what novel you took that from. Again a beautiful combination of text & image.

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