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To me, fall means love.
Just some photos I took on my way home Sunday afternoon.
The air is beginning to crisp and I need somebody to warm my hands.
love after love
The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...
Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...
Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott
bring it on back
and i am telling you..
i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.
1 comments:
Beautiful photos, beautiful text.
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