© Marie Marshall
I’ve heard that those moments last forever and for the god lovers no good deed is lost and for the lover lovers it shows up just like that long after it happened, whatever it was and you’ve described it(s) wonderfully here Marie, really beautiful and risky. I wish I would have said what I was thinking about that stranger I watched a few hours ago on the street or maybe it’s better I didn’t. Anyway, I’m listening to Todd Rundgren and enjoying my 2nd beer…a decent consolation prize as I read your fragrant 521 which by the way adds up to 8 which is the only number other than 0 that never ends when tracing it, but now I’m repeating myself, but that happens with tracing.
Thank you. I was suddenly conscious that as I wrote poems and fragments inspired by these old photos I found randomly on line (I can’t for the life of me remember what it actually was I was looking for) most of what I wrote was wistful and dwelt on loss. So it was about time I wrote a celebratory piece. The thing about numbers hadn’t occurred to me.
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