Bright
Why do all our memories fade out to pastels?
The dulling of the colors, the muffling of the bells?
Often we discover that a happening once dated
becomes a strain of music half-remembered, mostly faded,
and we labor to remember a life so full and vast
that fades down to a shadow relegated to the past.
Better to infuse the present with such light
that all its various colors shine out vividly and bright.
For RDP prompt: Bright

True words, Judy.
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Beautifully expressed.
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Thanks, Dolly. WP has changed its method of finding particular posts and I am having a terrible time finding the people whose posts I want to see if I miss them in the Reader. I’ll keep trying.
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I ended up subscribing to e-mail notifications. It’s cumbersome, but I think I don’t miss anything – I hope!
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So well written my friend.
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You have been such a good friend, Sadje. It would be wonderful to be able to meet in person all the wonderful bloggers I’ve met over the past 10 years…You included, of course.
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Yes, same here. The people I’ve met on WP are fantastic and feel like a family.
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