dresden

img_20170209_205729_277Thirteen years have already passed and I still remember the way Dresden’s venerable spirit soaked through my pores.

But it wasn’t until my beloved friend started to sing, that my heart translated the stories she told me, the unspeakable truths of her tormented past.

Never have I been so moved by sound. Perspective winded me in all tenses.

If ever anyone should bow to any sense of venerable, it was now, at her humble feet. I took a photo, one that should be in the dictionary…

7 thoughts on “dresden

    1. Thank you, I appreciate that. I was going to write more actually, but I was so overcome by emotion…and my amazement that I am the friend of such an incredible person, someone who has suffered incomprehensible things, but does nothing but strive to fill other people’s lives with joy. She uses her tiny income on others. She had many offers of marriage but her trauma shied her away from it. It is so tragic.

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