that time
When I walked out of the elevator in my silvery shoes and wind blown hair I heard Chopin being played on the piano in the lobby. Memories. Flooded. You played that same song when we were newly entwined.And I thought of being here 18 months ago as we celebrated our son's wedding. The flowers. The food. The people. Always about the people.
Remember that time? Or those times? Where we notice the ornamentation in faces and experiences, not just in architecture and fancy things.
I remember.
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Lovely.
Such a lovely place and such lovely memories, old and new.
You are SO extremely talented with everything and what a JOY it was to meet you! You perfectly described the moment and WOW, the photo is stunning that you took! SO excited to get to know you better...you're one of those people that I want to be more like...so fun, so real and one who brings JOY to others around you because of your smile and laughter!
faces and experiences over architecture .....
even makes things MORE beautiful
It was nice to meet you last night and I'm glad you popped on to my blog and left a comment so I could come find your blog. :)
What wonderful memories! You have such a great way of writing/recording/expressing them!
I love this. I love the love. I love the remembering. I can feel it and wrap it up around me like a warm blanket.
Brilliant as usual!
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