And rightfully so, as who in this world isn’t ugly. I liked the punchline. Almost a verbal irony, for the way you described your passing, she ought to have been an angel. But she wasn’t. And I feel that may be the message. The disparity between appearance and reality, the truth and a lie, the unknown and known— a certain allure formed around the mystery and it dispelled all at once when the lights came on. Yet the lights must come on. Well written.
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What if they don't? Can we go back to living in old mysteries? Is that why we're always chasing new ones?
Thanks for the kind comment. Just checked out your site. You take some really great photos.
Can we go back.. the question I find myself asking time after time. I enjoyed reading it. Looking forward to more, and I appreciate you viewing my stuff too.