Truly Blippin' Marvelous

By JohnEdward


black and white. The days meld into each other. Weeks do not coalesce into months. Years hardly matter anymore. History repeats with minor variations.

         And then on Friday a longtime friend sent a photograph to me. Faces and a few names I remembered from over fifty years ago. But I did not recognize myself in the photograph. And I recalled a thought that recently came to me that my memories are beginning to be peopled by ghosts of the long or recently dead. Not a particularly original thought.

         Every day is a Blip day except when I don't pick up a camera.

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