Her death leaves
us with
hidden memories
of captured fireflies,
of wisteria and
the scent of
honeysuckle,
of taffy pulls
and
pink flamingos,
of Christmas and
the Wizard of Oz,
of swallowed
shame
and conflicting
secrets.
Image and text Rob Goldstein (c) 2017
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I’m thinking your sister would have loved this. Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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This is heartbreaking
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Hauntingly beautiful, Rob.
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Thank you Danica!
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Visually stunning artwork..
And the verses are beautiful..
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Thank you Mich!
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Beautiful artwork as always😔 I didn’t see it coming. In the past, no rage, no contact. From both to even think baffles me. Alternate possible part of equation, the connection. Don’t know, want nothing. Moving Forward. Wish you the best.
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Is that why you closed the Survivor’s blog? I was a little baffled.
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