Crossroads

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My beautiful mama, August 1968.

“You may not remember the time you let me go first.
Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn’t that far to go.
Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up.
You may not remember any of those, but I do and this is what I have to say to you:

Today, no matter what it takes,
we ride home together.”

― Brian Andreas, Traveling Light: Stories & Drawings for a Quiet Mind

  One thought on “Crossroads

  1. March 3, 2014 at 9:27 am

    You look like your beautiful Mama, Sandra. That’s a great photo. I remember the days of the Stingray bike with the motorcycle handlebars fondly, too!

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    • March 3, 2014 at 9:36 am

      Awww…thanks Mark! That’s a huge compliment.

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  2. March 3, 2014 at 9:32 pm

    A bit of nostalgia here. Though I have never had that kind of bike. And have never been a dark beauty.

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    • March 4, 2014 at 12:33 pm

      But a beauty nonetheless!

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      • March 4, 2014 at 1:04 pm

        As I said… I’m making the pictures…
        😉

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  3. March 4, 2014 at 6:31 am

    Yes, you look like your mom. Love it!

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  4. March 4, 2014 at 5:44 pm

    Beautiful. The picture and the words to match.

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