The slow green draw
of the afternoon
pulls me
into a long valley.
Memories of Sundays
not yet lived.
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The slow green draw
of the afternoon
pulls me
into a long valley.
Memories of Sundays
not yet lived.
I love your perception of time – like you have forever to enjoy it. Gorgeous hollyhock.
Hey Viva, Sorry for late reply. Thanks for commenting. We used to live near a place called Long Valley in northern California. Another sacred nostalgic location is called Longvale, now under siege from wildfires. Alas…time either fools us wearies us.