Childhood doors–half-remembered inside fadedmemories–innocent of the leavingthat has no return. You know theadage—when one doorcloses…butit’s true, thisworld contains millions of doors–they are everywhere. I still greeteach new door with hope–a portalsurroundedby unjaded promises–freshly painted dreams. Colleen’s #TankaTuesday prompt of the color green led me to look through my files for green doors. I love the … Continue reading Green (Thursday Doors)
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