Laughter is remembered
and held within these walls
as voices have faded to silence
and feet no longer hurry
through these empty halls
change flows through time
and moves us along
but memory holds the before
long after we have gone – Caroline A. Slee
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Poetry, Prose, General Observations About Life
Lovely. Also the photograph, Sikeci railway station in Istanbul, a platform for many distant journeys
Thank you! I especially love discovering photos of empty transit spaces: train stations, airports. They seem lonely without the crowds.