Roses were placed by the mother of an architect who died during the September 11 terrorist attacks
Their darkness has no end
or majesty,
and when visions,
blurred by hatred,
cloud our judgement
or ability to heal;
there creeps still a lonely
dust.
About my life and everything else 🙌 Inst:@nihilnove
by *paige six
... from a silent space
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That’s true, indeed. Well-said!! 🙂
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Thanks for reading, and for your thoughts.
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My pleasure, Anita!! 🙂
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Lovelt thoughts.
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Times don’t get any easier ay? Thanks Elaine.
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Love this!
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Thank you, Kate. I am not a native, but it is a global problem My husband is American and I also have family of my own in the states. It still is yet another chilling part of the past.
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Very moving! ❤
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Thanks for reading, Neha.
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My pleasure, Anita! I am glad I came across it 🙂
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