Tag Archives: past

Memories ~ Tina Stewart Brakebill #writephoto

windows to the past hiding in the dappled light question memories Reblogged from Tina Stewart Brakebill

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The gift of memory

One of the things we take away from our weekend workshops are the memories. Faces, places, people, conversations and realisations, all combine to create a kaleidoscope of intangible souvenirs that find their own place in the hierarchy of memory. We … Continue reading

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Sanctuary – Hayley R. Hardman #writephoto

I’m there still, in that one single memory. Our laughter sounding across the garden, mixing with the sound of the sweet summer rain. Our racing footsteps to the old family mausoleum, the closest shelter around. Us standing in the doorway, … Continue reading

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#writephoto – Portal – Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt.  You can read all about it here.   Would it be different if we tried again? Or would you still be a thorn on my rose? The embers; still warm; when I … Continue reading

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I came back for you by Sree #writephoto

‘Yes? Can I help you?’ She asked. Nothing came out of my mouth; I stood silently, my eyes fixed on hers, my heart beat faster than ever. ‘Auntie, can I have some water?’ I said a moment later. She looked … Continue reading

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Shadows

Throughout the books written with Stuart France there are visions; moments of a past long fled that ‘Wen’ still sees written in the ancient stone of the landscape and within the circles of the Old Ones. They come when they … Continue reading

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Go with the flow…

That particular phrase seems to be languidly raising its head a fair bit this morning, though sitting once again in the stationary traffic that was doing anything but flow, you could have been forgiven for thinking otherwise. Traffic is one … Continue reading

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