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Photos from five years ago I captioned them "My yard is blooming!" And it was bursting with pastel purple irises, cheerful snow ***** and cunning wisteria Photos taken the second month we lived on the island. I love Baltimore, my city. I don't want to move but I miss this place and the place before that. And there are so many places to see to live. Happening onto this set of photos and my stomach twists-- to be there again with the smell of ***** steaming at the little shop across the street with the marsh grasses swaying and the peepers starting their evening chants. Is my neighbor still out there working on his truck or selling tomatoes at that flimsy wooden table? At 30-ish, I already find myself missing about four different places and sets of people How many places will I have to miss at 40-- at 80--if I should be so lucky? Pieces of my heart and stomach are scattered across this little patch of East Coast and Appalachia. How many times can they be divided? No, not divided. They're multiplying.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
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Photos from five years ago I captioned them "My yard is blooming!" And it was bursting with pastel purple irises, cheerful snow ***** and cunning wisteria Photos taken the second month we lived on the island. I love Baltimore, my city. I don't want to move but I miss this place and the place before that. And there are so many places to see to live. Happening onto this set of photos and my stomach twists-- to be there again with the smell of ***** steaming at the little shop across the street with the marsh grasses swaying and the peepers starting their evening chants. Is my neighbor still out there working on his truck or selling tomatoes at that flimsy wooden table? At 30-ish, I already find myself missing about four different places and sets of people How many places will I have to miss at 40-- at 80--if I should be so lucky? Pieces of my heart and stomach are scattered across this little patch of East Coast and Appalachia. How many times can they be divided? No, not divided. They're multiplying.
#nostalgia#memories#love#island#flowers#place
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F/West Virginia Maryland
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
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