I wandered lonely through the dunes
With memories of my lost true love
Threading and twining
And bringing me down
Until a shell I found
Pretty, teasing my fingers
Tempting me to lift, to listen and linger
And there it did play a most mournful tune
Oh woe, will he ever return?
crispina kemp 
Sometimes old lovers become ghosts we cannot outrun. Beautifully done.
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Thank you, Violet. Although it was a simple penning of words, it could have reflected a time in my life.
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I just imagine it was visible to so many children and to have never realized that dream as well as losing their home and very probably (since nearly everyone worked at the plant) members of their own family must have been devastating.
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Dang it wrong post. I’m trying to do this on my phone cuz my laptop is updating
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I’ve only recently got the app on my phone. And oh boy, some of my comments have been way out of place!
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I know, this got hooked into the wrong place. Happens to me sometimes too
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So sweetly poignant.
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Thank you, Sadje. That one wrote itself 🙂
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There a flow to it
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Thank you. I strive. Doesn’t always work
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Press send before I’d finished. Yes, but some days it just appears. Effortless.
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It works 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Thank you 💖
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You’re most welcome 🤗
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This is so lovely and as, Sadje said, poignant.
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Thank you, Dale. The words appear, lo, see, they are there!
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Love that they do!
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Me too. Saves deeply grinding my brains
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Seriously!
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👍🤪😎
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Frank. Another happy penning!
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