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The last orange shape before winter…

Carefully mixing metaphors

mixing each

unique flake

into a blended drink. I

am the

relic,

Left to fend

for myself

fighting off the snow

to

scare no one

not even a scarecrow.

I am the blending

of what was

is

and will be again.

The Moment

when you realize

frozen doesn’t mean spoiled

each flake unique.

I am the memory

the moment

and the last memories

of what was once.

What do you think?

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Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.

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