tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post8371190046414616306..comments2023-11-25T03:27:49.595-05:00Comments on EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY: People I Don't Know #10Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-53004564402406291682008-12-01T19:13:00.000-05:002008-12-01T19:13:00.000-05:00I didn't knowI domeantI mournI didn't knowit was t...I didn't know<BR/>I do<BR/>meant<BR/>I mourn<BR/><BR/>I didn't know<BR/>it was the last time<BR/>I would<BR/>see him<BR/><BR/>I didn't know<BR/>his promises<BR/>could be taken<BR/>away<BR/><BR/>I didn't know <BR/>that G-d <BR/>could forsake <BR/>beauty<BR/><BR/>I didn't know<BR/>but now<BR/>I doJennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06967481825388747694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-40106766302672355672008-11-29T23:46:00.000-05:002008-11-29T23:46:00.000-05:00Whether it be truth or fiction, thank you for shar...Whether it be truth or fiction, thank you for sharing your stories :)Every Photo Tells A Storyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03914175541948429064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-59606777545270612232008-11-27T23:16:00.000-05:002008-11-27T23:16:00.000-05:00HandsThe fire stole all my photo's of you, my love...Hands<BR/><BR/>The fire stole all my photo's of you, my love. But, when I picture your hands, I remember the days and nights we spent together in Mexico where we first met. The way you gently brushed the hair from my eyes, and rubbed my aching back. Your hand in mine during our evening walks down the beach while I talked endlessly about our future together. And, you always listened, and your WHY?https://www.blogger.com/profile/03189184991051926997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-7621563561791788342008-11-26T14:41:00.000-05:002008-11-26T14:41:00.000-05:00Sarah - I have to comment on your story:) There is...Sarah - I have to comment on your story:) There is so much imagination and good writing in Edgar was. The first line that really hooked me in is this one: <B>"This morning I had a nice chat with myself over morning coffee, strong and black just like Edgar's, and convinced the procrastinator in me that the attic was long over due for a good purge and scrub."</B>Every Photo Tells A Storyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03914175541948429064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-46390545733208852862008-11-26T14:31:00.000-05:002008-11-26T14:31:00.000-05:00Thank you for advising me, Sarah:)Thank you for advising me, Sarah:)Every Photo Tells A Storyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03914175541948429064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-16233853344904404302008-11-26T02:07:00.000-05:002008-11-26T02:07:00.000-05:00posh remembrancestrugglesEdgar was.Due to the leng...posh <BR/>remembrance<BR/>struggles<BR/><BR/>Edgar was.<BR/><BR/>Due to the length of this piece I can't post it here...you can find it on my blog here...<BR/><BR/>http://inner-star-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/edgar-was.html<BR/><BR/>(copy and paste the link into your browser)Sarah Siwickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01708386682912104078noreply@blogger.com