Nothing remains
Of the house that I was born in--
Fireflies.
Santoka, 1882-1940
*For more on the photo, go here.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
On Summer Passing
Nothing remains
Of the house that I was born in--
Fireflies.
Santoka, 1882-1940
*For more on the photo, go here.
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I like the sense of nostalgia in the poem and the photo. Warm summer nights carry many of my fondest memories.
Yeah, it seemed perfect for this time of year, when those nights are just about gone.
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