Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Ah yes, this. How relevant are the stories of our youth as the years roll by!
Yes. And I feel like an old, nostalgic woman quoting such things. ;) But they are still true.
We are all hopeless nostalgics, going back to the words we read or the words we wrote. Although I find many glimmers of joy in your writings often, and that is good.
Exactly, nostalgia is deeply embedded in us, it seems. Thank you for seeing those glimmers!
Ah yes, this. How relevant are the stories of our youth as the years roll by!
ReplyDeleteYes. And I feel like an old, nostalgic woman quoting such things. ;) But they are still true.
ReplyDeleteWe are all hopeless nostalgics, going back to the words we read or the words we wrote. Although I find many glimmers of joy in your writings often, and that is good.
ReplyDeleteExactly, nostalgia is deeply embedded in us, it seems. Thank you for seeing those glimmers!
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