Follow the Yellow-Lined Road
My husband recounts a story of being a little boy riding in the backseat of his parents car and blowing kisses to the telephone polls because they looked so lonely.
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Very nice, what a beautiful memory.
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January 13, 2015 at 11:30 AM
Yes, I agree. Thank you, Ellen.
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January 14, 2015 at 8:29 AM
That’s so sweet and the misty road goes very well with it.
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January 13, 2015 at 11:43 AM
Thank you, Ashley. I love those misty roads.
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January 14, 2015 at 8:27 AM
How delightful and endearing Ellen. Perhaps they are the ghostly ancestors of the trees on the opposite side of the road? Hariod ❤
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January 13, 2015 at 11:58 AM
A very interesting and creative interpretation. Perhaps they are…
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January 14, 2015 at 8:26 AM
Memories…..
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January 13, 2015 at 12:16 PM
Yes. One that touches my heart.
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January 14, 2015 at 8:25 AM
Dear Ellen, hope you are fine. Your photo and the little story are very moving and I can feel the loneliness as if it were mine. Warm regards Mitza
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January 14, 2015 at 5:13 AM
Aw, how lovely.
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January 14, 2015 at 6:45 AM
A belated thank you!
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January 21, 2015 at 3:46 PM
Dear Mitza, So good to hear from you. You have been so silent– no posts, no emails– are you okay. I wrote you awhile ago and now can’t find your last email. Husband still sick but better. How did your dreaded days go? Warmest regards, Ellen
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January 14, 2015 at 8:23 AM
sweet reverie
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January 14, 2015 at 8:40 AM
Sweet indeed! Nice to hear from you, Paul!
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January 15, 2015 at 8:58 PM
Ah, you married well, Ellen.
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January 14, 2015 at 9:33 AM
Some people go for money, prestige and glitz– I went for a heart of gold! Thanks, Cheyenne!
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January 15, 2015 at 8:59 PM
That’s so sweet, Ellen. Great shot!
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January 14, 2015 at 4:34 PM
Thanks, Richard. Yeah, he’s a sweetie!
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January 15, 2015 at 9:01 PM
Once again hauntingly lovely photo and thought. Sensitive husband you have there.
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January 15, 2015 at 5:34 PM
Yes, an Aspie, too. Maybe that can lay to rest rumors that Aspies have no empathy. He is the most sensitive person I have ever known. Thanks, Kitt! Feel better!
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January 15, 2015 at 9:02 PM