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Childhood Memory

Glancing down she looked at the scar  between her elbow and shoulder ugly standing out this scar was an open folder Of memories of an incipient time evanescent recollections of friendships lost love entwined Man hunt manhunt one two three! playing under the nights penumbra those words at the time were the most important decree Tag she was it Caught caught caught! laughing so hard she fell on the sidewalk Her arm bleeding from the fall wouldn't stop her  continuing to play under the nightfall As she reminisced about those ephemeral days So many firsts came racing back forever in her heart they were engraved When did existence become so complicated life's clock always ticking moments unable to be replicated  That scar created  reminding her life at a time was simple  that wound was sacred

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Date: 12/22/2017 1:00:00 PM
wow ... really like your feel ... few words in this write aren't really in our vocabulary ... but this is an stunning piece of emotional art ...
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Date: 3/25/2017 9:40:00 PM
I love this! :) xomo
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Date: 3/23/2017 4:41:00 AM
- It's always nice to look back in time, Sofia :) - Nothing stopped us, we learned of life - A bag of sandwiches ... out all day ... no worries - I enjoy reading this wonderful poem - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 3/23/2017 3:52:00 AM
Good Morning Sofia. What a marvelous memory. Yes, the simple days and ways as well. Over and over one of my friends and I say "when did life get so complicated". As a child I played outdoor for hours on end. Your entry is wonderfully formatted. I very much enjoyed your theme. Your words make the thought and memory come alive. Well done entirely.
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Date: 3/23/2017 4:18:00 AM
Thank you so much Lisa. Sacred times I hold very dear. Appreciate greatly your input.
Date: 3/22/2017 4:05:00 PM
The scars are there along with the memories...fabulous poem Sofia
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Date: 3/22/2017 3:22:00 PM
Indeed, when did life become so complicated? Give me those days of hide and seek, tag and kick the can. When our biggest concern was what was for dinner and who would be back outside after the meal to play some more. This was amazing Sofia. I have a few of these scars, though ignored for many years, they now, because of your wonderful poem become a sign of those times. Nicely done.
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Date: 3/22/2017 3:59:00 PM
I sometimes yearn for those days. Sometimes a certain smell like fresh salt water from the ocean or the way a breeze will casually glide in will bring it all back for me. Thank you Chris

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