Middle of the week,
Thinking ‘bout my travels to
Egypt and Jordan . . .
[Picture above was taken in Wadi Rum, Jordan.]
memories
Flashback: The Point of No Return
Image: Pixabay
We were young and eager to get to the party, which was 100 miles away, but we had a fast car and high spirits. We were stoked to go to our first college bash. We had made plans to meet our friend, who told us about the fun frat event. Along the way, we joked and toked, or toked and joked. By that time, we weren’t sure which came first. Then somehow, we took a wrong turn. And another wrong turn. Until we decided to just screw it, and stick to our own party.
Munich Magnified
[6th and last of a series of posts about my late October travels to southern Germany]
Short distance away
From my memories and heart,
A part of me now.
Toy Cemetery
Frayed,
Tattered,
Faded,
Gutted,
Once glorious and shiny,
Bouncy and fun,
Now all pounced on and flattened.
Some pieces missing,
No longer enjoyed,
At the bottom of the pile
In a tomb known as a toy chest,
Where they linger
Until the next spring cleaning.
Image: Pixabay
Memories
Image by Hymn
Vaulted chronicles
Recalled for better or worse
Till death do us part.
Karina Pinella 
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