Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Christmas Memories
A memory from this time of year, from so long ago, dimmed by time and perhaps betrayed to some extent through imagination and selectivity, then suddenly...... It becomes like it is almost alive and is happening over again and can hardly be called a memory......... I guess that is what the repetition that is Christmas can do......
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