Traveling back to a place of memory. Familiar smells, city sounds. San Francisco with open arms of the bay. Chinatown, North Beach, crowded sidewalks. I sit in silence in front of Old Saint Mary’s. Here time contracts and I am twelve again, unafraid of the wonder of the world. I tell this young version of myself, Keep vigil dear youngster and hold the awe in your heart.
Summer of Memory
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Dreamer, dancer, writer and avid eavesdropper. Observe. Write. I hold an MFA in Writing from Lindenwood University. A writer of stories, plays, prose and poetry, I love sharing work and am available for editing services. View more posts
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