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The Memorial Plaque in Braille

The sun shyly peeked over the hill
as the cold air made whispers audible
and the dissipation began to rise from the dunes.

The morning breeze stirred flurries of sand from dunes
where shadows stubbornly clung to the face of the hill.
A susurrus from the cops barely audible.

Upon the bench in the lee of fickle dunes
the old brass plaque gleamed in rays cresting the hill:
an inscription of grief no longer audible.

Ridged hill of letters, promises audible among dunes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Goldsmith Avatar
September 17, 2026 at 10:53 AM
Love both your wonderful write/picture....  Have a fun day writing away...........
Richards Avatar
September 17, 2026 at 11:15 AM
Thank you, Paula 😊
Rodgers Avatar
September 17, 2026 at 9:18 AM
Dear Suzette, I notice more Braille when I explore towns and beaches, and it is an intimate, tactile act, the fingertips must slow down, press close, and feel for shape. In doing so, touch acts as a bridge that resurrects sound. Tracing those raised dots doesn't just call up facts. It summons the cadence, warmth, and presence of "past conversations" back into the air. So tender, atmospheric, and deeply moving work, Suzette. Blessings, Daniel
Richards Avatar
September 17, 2026 at 11:14 AM
Thank you for reading and your thoughtful comments,.Daniel. There is a whole world out there, if we are open to it. I did struggle to formulate my thoughts in the envoi, and added back "conversations" as it just fits.
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