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home
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there was once
a home here
roses tended
bed of rest
a place to hide
the nakedness
the tender skin
and delicate 
seasons of Love
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6.12.2012

18 thoughts on “15

  1. nancy Post author

    such kindness communicated in comments here.
    it funny how things work out sometimes, how something is a mistake and then how it can work out differently, but, good.
    i hope that some of my other mistakes can be worked out for good a well.

  2. Beth

    I love that string of poetry in the comments. Such flow and beauty and truth in the words. That photo is incredible! I think you were meant to go back there to get this particular shot. It’s a “Wow!”

  3. shrinkingthecamel

    Your rose bush story help explains the context for this so much:

    The
    what was,
    once,
    the deletions
    and “poof!s”
    and
    not the same
    two days later –
    Well?
    Aren’t we all.

  4. nancy Post author

    oh…not so much, really. there once was a home where this rose bush continues to live. though, i think the roses are lovely, i started to think about house that was once there…and our own houses that are homes…and well. i ended up with this.

    i had taken photos of the roses just after a rain a couple of days before i took these, they were good shots, but, i ended up deleting them when i was in the process of deleting some of the other not-so pretty ones. and i had already deleted all from the camera. poof! so i went back to photo these but the roses looked very different just two days later in the sun…and so do the shots.

    that’s most of the rose bush story…

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