Dusty words lying under carpets,
seldom heard, well must you keep your secrets
locked inside, hidden deep from view?
You can talk to me... (Stevie Nicks)
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This is an important wordless message...
ReplyDeleteI love the lines on the buildings (it's my thing, of course). But I especially like that they are a backdrop of a good cause!
ReplyDeletelol, I thought it was weird for those to have lights in them, but then I saw it was big decorations. :) Not so weird anymore.
ReplyDeleteThe silence is deafening! Great shots. Your last post ... very happy to hear this, will certainly keep your dad in my prayers ... and you too! Blessings to all.
ReplyDeleteAs a two time survivor of this demon, I am moved by this Wordless Wednesday post. I would love to see that in person. I want one of those ribbons with the lights! Annette
ReplyDeleteIt's almost that time! At work during October we all wear pink on Wednesdays.
ReplyDeleteMy mom had it, so it's always in the back of my mind...and that cancer is the one that came back after 35 years and showed up in her liver. Still there.
Thanks for the pictures.
passing this on. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI love your wordless message - never forget the fight. I lost my mom to breast cancer when she was only a little older than I am now. Your post meant a lot to me.
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