True Life (46 Words)
Pictures on the wall my stand
Day and month and year
No picture ever yet can catch
The memories we hold dear
And though time rolls and runs away
One thing at last is sure
Frames may crack and pictures fade
But life, true life, endures.
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Written in response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s prompt. Check it out!
Image (c) Susan Spaulding
WALLIE'S WENTLETRAP 
Sometimes we forget to live because we spend too much time capturing memories.
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That is very true 🙂
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