Once upon a time, in the days of post-war time, few homes to be had. My momma shared this with me: Daddy would get up at 4 a.m. to line up with others looking for a home to rent. There were few because of the military returning back to the states. When we lived here, I don't remember recognizing what a poor abode this was (I never heard my momma complain.) because it was filled with the love of our family. As you can see on my face, I was not unhappy. veer towards Vintage Weekly |
buildings reflected surprise- I'm standing right here but not visible! Our teacher guided us to stand in front of the joint of the two rounded panes of glass, leading us to realize that we cast no reflection. sharing with two of my favorite memes Rebecca's Haiku My Heart and James' Weekend Reflections
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