Old times

I never would give away my old dress, she said.

It helps me to remember all the everyday wonders of childhood time.

As we sat in the garden under the old tree

and the air was filled with light & laughter & voices & thoughts

and everything could grow & thrive & had his time.

Many of them is gone but still sometimes hangs a hint of this mood in old clothes

and in some old words & in the light also.

Inspired by the prompt of this week @ Our Beautiful World

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