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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Peace on Earth.
I love the solitude of walking in the park; it reminds me of you asking to play ball with me. Afterwards, we grew in love sitting on a bench talking of brilliant futures.
I am alone tonight since Old Joe with his terrier are in the hostel. He once said the park was his kingdom of peace on Earth.
I believe him.
The snow muffles sound, and the crunch of footsteps are reassuring as I retrace my memories.
It has been years, but I can feel you holding my arm and see the snow sink with your footsteps by mine.
James McEwan 
Just beautiful, James. And all the more powerful for making us work out who the narrator is
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Thank you, Neil.
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Quite a wistful piece, nice one!
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Lovely wisttful melancholy atmosphere.
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I love this.
Great portrayal of love and loss and longing.
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I really liked this one, James. Such imagery. And heartache…
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thank you Sharon.
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So lovely.
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Thank you.
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Some memories never fade. A lovely take on the picture James.
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A warm story about the best sort of memories, memories of those close to us.
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it seems like a homeless person ruminating about the past. sad story.
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Oh a lovely retrospective piece! The footprints are a lovely image
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Memories can be so powerful. Almost like reliving a moment.
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I was intrigued trying to figure out who the memories were about. Was it a beloved dog? A child? A high-school sweetheart? At least he has his memories.
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Yes, giving the full story in 100 words is an art. I think I failed here. I had the the idea that he met the girl at the park when they were teenagers , got married.Later in life she died and now he walks the park with his memories and her ghost.
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Not a failure at all. In fact, I liked the way it could have gone in different directions. Depending on who is reading it. Be proud, James!
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Thanks – I expect it all depends on the readers grasp of the point of view.
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Thanks for reading and being entertained.
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And sometimes all that remains are our memories – we have to hold on to them tightly. A touching story. Well done, James
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So touching, James. Beautiful.
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So touching and relatable.
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Thanks, Magarisa
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A wistful and touching story James, with a lovely ambience.
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Sweet story.
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This is beautifully written, James.
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James, those kinds of memories can be blessings and curses both. I really love the world you created here. Magical.
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