Fragments … of my thoughts.
Fragments … of my country.
Fragments … of my hometown.
Fragments … of my dreams.
Fragments … of memories, of stories, of secrets.
These are what I write about - tiny fragments; little pieces of me. Like a jig-saw, you can put them all together, until the final picture is revealed. There are days when the words pour right out of me and others, like today, when it seems like I have nothing to share.
Except fragments.
Of me.
Life is an endless fragments of everything, but each fragment is a part of out life!..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos, Loree! Love the butterfly!
There is honor, too, in fragments. As you say, they are required to make up the whole. :)
ReplyDeleteCan only say that your "fragments" are beautiful !
ReplyDeleteOh Loree, you and I seem to be in the same space lately! I am right there with you...
ReplyDeleteLoree your words take my breath away but your images steal my heart. I really wish one day we save enough to bring the boys to Malta....
ReplyDeleteDear Loree - your fragments are so lovely and I love seeing them my friend. The butterfly on the purple asters is gorgeous. Thanks for sharing your fragments. Have a beautiful day.
ReplyDeleteThey are lovely fragments...
ReplyDeleteYour photos are just beautiful and so are your words. wishing you a beautiful weekend! xoxo, B
ReplyDeleteLove this post Loree. I feel the same way most of the time. Sometimes I have things to share, other times I'm just taking it all in.
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