He was slowly beginning to slip out of sight. His days in the sun had become memories and he found himself receding into a kind of obscurity. He’d become a grey ghost standing on the sidelines of life. It was not an easy place to be, yet he felt a certain sense of freedom and peace about it – nothing more to prove or to compete with.
Snapshots Of My World 
Beautiful.
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Thank you, Lynette. Glad you liked it.
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you for your kind words, `Vicki.
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This is so sad. 😞💕
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Sadly, it’s the path of many an aged person.
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Very nice, Don. A poignant thought.
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Thanks Dan
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I love how he is also reaching through space to connect to others. 💕
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So true, Val.
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Yes, it is like a dream world, ghostly. So beautiful from the moss on the tree and the soft colors that reflect a different time, a different place. It reminds me of a dream.
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Thank you, Sandra. Lovely insights.
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