She let me, without hesitation
and now I am able to open each ancient book
and sneak a peak into a world gone by.
A day by day meticulously kept account
of a life
and other
lives that matter because every single one does.
It is at first a view into simpler times
high school and crushes,
homework and rumble seats
dances and dresses and arguments with friends patched over.
Remember when she lost her umbrella and the scandal it caused?
What will change over 80 years?
Will simpler times stick fast or crumble with age?
Image from: http://www.filemagazine.com/thecollection/archives/2006/09/desert_door.html
I want this for myself eighty years from now
not my journals, no. I am not that open.
But for a person to lift the cover of my words
my story and legacy, to turn the pages of
the story I have told…
The daily post prompt: Open
transcribingmemory 
didn’t want to read this now-I save your blog for just before bed-my bedtime story. Just couldn’t wait-so beautiful.
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Maybe I’ll just get into the habit of posting late. 😉
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Thank you very much for following and for your lovely comment (which I seem to have somehow accidentally deleted). Following you also.
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Oh, this is so beautiful!
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Thank you so much!!
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My pleasure!=)
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