In summer they sat on their front stoops
clad in black, chattering and bemoaning
their disenfranchised state, like crows hovering
over unwanted prey.
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Alicia, memories sometimes cloud our mind, but yours are as crisp as ever. I love your reminiscing as if makes you feel like and observer there. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend.
David
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Alicia, memories sometimes cloud our mind, but yours are as crisp as ever. I love your reminiscing as if makes you feel like and observer there. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David