An apple tree with a shorn trunk, making for a convenient step. The climbs up to it’s largest branch, and the hours spent imagining adventures.
childhood dreams… all those eternal summer days
The boxes filled with books, toys, and sentimentals. A new bedroom to call my own.
childhood nightmares… the calm before storm
The mudroom, converted into an office. A firm stand and a turned back initiates a new life.
Young adulting… the art of letting go
A townhouse living room filled with Mira’s single-day’s furniture. Our cuddling together to watch TV on a small-screen.
nesting… the ease of young love
A master-suite in a new home. Reversing the wall upon which our queen bed lies against.
growing…into the life
A realtor’s for-sale sign on the lawn.
menageries
a memory called
home
I’m hosting over at dVerse today, where we write about memory.
The pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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