The Color of Forgotten Love

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
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-Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

7 thoughts on “The Color of Forgotten Love

  1. A beautiful moment captured in time.

    It is the cycle of life; I was brought up to respect my elders, which I have conditioned my own to do.

    We often ‘volunteered’ to tidy the gardens of local elders that lived nearby the Barracks, and run local errands; which often led to ‘devonshire cream tea’s and long chats. Good for the soul and the community in general.

    http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dgg3c8h5YFE/TdzIkvxtncI/AAAAAAAABic/slz4Ab8HiTQ/s1600/cream-tea.jpg

    Obviously the following day required lots of extra PT…

    Yours Aye.

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