The morning was awfully cold and foggy. Harmattan.
With the smell of nostalgia in the air
emotions rushing back like a fugitive on the run.
The photo album.It was waiting to be lit on fire,as it rested in the chest like snow white.I yanked it out and tossed it in the fire place.Emotions burned.
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powerful poem!
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