The past is still ahead of us.
Light always gets there first.
You can only start
from where you stand.
The rest arrives
slowly,
in the shape you’ve been waiting to remember.
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Author: Renee Newlon
I am a Turkish American writer and photographer. I work in short-form prose, poetic fragments, and photography. I don’t photograph the event; I photograph the moment after the event. A few things that stay with me: Plato’s Cave, Oberg’s Culture Shock, and Beethoven’s Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours. My greatest teacher was my college philosophy professor, Sister Jane Sullivan, who taught me how to think and how to see.
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The past taunts ~ His Light resets what lies ahead. Love this, Renee