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My Grandmother, photographed by her Aunt |
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A Poem Written Long Ago
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch...
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When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
Just this morning I listened to a guided meditation on grief. It suggested that we can call on the strength of our ancestors in times of anger and grief. I see you and your grandson in your grandmother. Your old photos always move me in unexpected ways.
ReplyDeleteI do call on her, often. And have conversations with her (in my head). She was central to my growing up and always supported my aspirations. The one down side: she always scolded me as an adult when I gained weight! The woman never has an ounce of fat on her her entire life. She wore the latest fashion to the very end.
DeleteWow, Tara, that is truly spectacular in every way.
ReplyDeleteMy great aunt had quite a good studio, where grandmother could dress up and be photographed. I've got a lot of very good ones that I shall publish here in the future.
DeleteTerrific photo! KTC
ReplyDeleteMany more to come! Thanks!
DeleteCan't wait! Love these old photos!
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