Weekend Writing Prompt #244 – Cave
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Once a crack in a cliff, a cave beautiful, gleaming. I visited here when I was ten. I thought every crevice held meaning.
Now, in my eighties, this cave was bigger on the inside.
Waves
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Isn’t that the way, yet isn’t it also a marvel how we remember some special places from childhood.
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Ah, the truth of relative significance and the insignificance of actual size. 🙂
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Isn’t it always?
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I find the inaccuracy of memories, especially my own, to be fascinating. Well done.
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From what I’ve been learning at school the cave would be different because the waves will erode the rocks further. It would take years, even decades.
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A lot of things seem to change as we age, even if in fact they haven’t. That’s life!
My thirty-four!
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