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Impressed, she was.
The image etched into her mind.
The angle of his neck,
Head bent over the
Guitar,
Engraved
Onto her heart.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of Engrave in 23 words
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Love this, especially the line ‘The angle of his neck’
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Glad you liked it! 🙂 And, yay to the beauty in small lines of concentration. 🙂
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A loving memory to cherish.
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Yes, those often are! xoxo
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They seem like a little nothing at the time, but these are the ones that stick. xoxo
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Yes!
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Yes, those often are! And a blessing to have, even if sometimes they come with grief attached. xoxo to you!
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They temper the grief. xoxo
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xoxo, tempering is sometimes all there is. And love. Love remains.
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It always does
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xo
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XO
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Of such memories we are the human vaults. Well told, Na’ama.
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🙂 Thank you! Well said!!!
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🙂
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