Shades of Blue

The mind plays tricks, locking away that which it deems worthy, deciding how and when and what is allowed to escape.  Sometimes a memory is clear and shiny.  Each time it is recounted it gleams brighter, polished with love the beauty deepens; but some are frozen or out of reach, or like a bright sunny day so piercing to look at directly you turn away.  Cracked, connected, reflected, disjointed, overshadowed, or simply forgotten beauty lost in an ocean of life.  


 here’s to the celebrations and sorrows, to  the past and to that which is yet to come, 

happy new year

xo, margotjo

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