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These are stale days. Always
grey and knotted. Nowadays,
shadows shed colour; paler
than air, blanker than paper.
a dVerse Tanaga
9 responses to “a dVerse Tanaga”
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Oh my goodness, Misky! There are stale days….there is so much in those words. Your description here is marvelous.
Adding the word “nowadays” shifts it for me to much more than a misty foggy day….it shifts it to the lament of aging…although I’m still of the age-old where aging is good. But I think of those who slip into dementia…or find depression with a closing in…stale days indeed.
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