my grandparents' home, 1530 N. Rogers St., Springfield, Missouri
image from poetess' personal scrapbook
HOME ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Home, the echo reverberating deep within my chest. Old sepia toned photographs hung in sunlit halls. Memories dance like dust motes in the afternoon light. Echoes of childhood hopes and fears etched in memory’s skin.
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