Do You Remember (poem)

Mt. Diablo in early fall-
hidden entirely by fog from the San Francisco bay, even our feet were hard to see!
walking, unseen miles. Unknowing to everything else. Invisibility behind and in front of us. and that is when you held out your hand to me.
akasolia akasolia
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2 Responses Apr 22, 2011

I love the vocabulary you chose in this piece.......:)

Imprison a memory and make it live forever! Truly magnificent.