My grandmother kept a box of old photos in her attic & we used to go up there on rainy days & sit on the floor in the dusty light & go through them & she would tell about witches & broken hearts & how we came from royal blood & it was all there in the pictures, she said & then we'd lose the light & we'd all go downstairs for dinner & in our secret hearts we sat taller knowing once we had ruled the world.
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Just a wonderful post Mascha. I love how you put your thoughts together -- quite magical actually. xo
AntwortenLöschenThank you. The words are not mine, but by Brian Andreas, I take it from this page
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I like this shorstorys because they encourage imagination and evoke their own memories ...
Love this. I think we are all kings and queens!
AntwortenLöschenThat is beautiful. Children do rule the world in their imagination.
AntwortenLöschenLove wondrous, beautiful stories. :). Thoughtful pist, and i love the photo.
AntwortenLöschenI love this photo! There is something about rooftops ... they seem to have stories to tell.
AntwortenLöschenLovely photo. Whenever I see a quilt I think of my grandmother.
AntwortenLöschenBeautiful story and photo.
AntwortenLöschenYour story is lovely! You had quite a grandmother. I love the red roofs in this photo!
AntwortenLöschenpure magic....visiting from a RJ
AntwortenLöschenLovely thoughts : ). Love the picture.
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