Written for: The Twiglets #308 - returned home When she returned, she found her home transformed into a gingerbread house. He was stranded in a parking lot. His car left earlier. her eyes fill with tears the lake was still a deep blue when she returned home He started out for his home, a quiet small town where he'd grown up. Left for the city but oh, what a pity, his home now had high-priced cafe-syndrome. https://thetwiglets.wordpress.com/
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Fun reads. Some sad, some apropos, like that Limerick.
Nothing stays the same – perhaps only in our memories.
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And even our memories can be embellished.
Thanks, Jules!
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I’m not sure I understand what you are trying to convey, Sarah, but I did enjoy trying to. 🙂
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Just little snippets. Thanks, Susi.
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You’re welcome!
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