I've looked back so many times. Into a blur of photographs, into an old house. Crowds of loves and selves I have not been able to bring along! How many more times will I have to leave? The present is a shore for refugees.
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- Rosemary Starace
- A journal of happenings in the backyard and beyond, recorded in words and images. © 2016 Rosemary Starace, all rights reserved
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