When I close my eyes I can find that place so easily that one special place that captures the rarest moments in my life where time literally stands still I can see my mother smiling, beautiful Thick long red hair flowing loose and free Laughter so light that lingers passion and life flashing from her green eyes the eyes she gave to all her daughters I hear her voice soft , velvety, as she sings to us playing her guitar Tony joins in and soon there is a chorus of voices laughter and merriment moments so rare I have wrapped myself in them and created my own kodak moments Smells take me back Smoke and bon fires wood stoves with pots of pumpkin soup simmering The faint smell of lanolin from the lining of our jackets and the hint of musk that reminds me of my mother, the way she always smelt Those rare moments in time where I felt not only safe but loved when all the worries and fears all the ugliness we battled all the lies and all the tears where swept away by my mothers velvety voice and the strumming of her guitar rare snapshots of time I love that placeBirth sign: Scorpio
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