
For visually challenged writers, the image shows an island across a stretch of water. Upon which you can see some ruins and a white lighthouse.
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“Over there, can you see it?”
“Where? I can’t see anything like what you described!”
“Don’t you see that grand castle on the island? I can even see the guards on the parapet, going about their business”
“Are you sure we both are talking about the same island?” Alex asks his grandfather in exasperation.
As he turned to face his grandfather, he realized that though his grandfather was looking towards the island, the faraway look in his eyes told him that he was looking into the past. A past where he was a young lad, and perhaps the ruins of an old castle stood on the island. Memory and imagination were taking him to a place, where Alex couldn’t follow.
“Yes, grandpa, I do see the castle now”.
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Written in response to WritePhoto # Distance, hosted by KL Caley
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Wooow….. Sadje sometimes you surprise me, the way you write your blog posts is very shocking in a good way though.
Nice blog about Far away places. Simple & brief💯
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Thanks a lot Mthobisi. You’re very kind
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Oh I love this DocMom. The granddad is reticent but his intuitive grandson sees beyond what eyes see. Very very well written. Love it!!!!!
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Thank you so much Dee. You’re very kind
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Amazing piece, Sadje. Love it.💕
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Thanks a lot Grace
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My pleasure.💕
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🙏🏼
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Isn’t it true that two people can see very different views! Love this, Sadje, very imaginative!
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Thanks Carol.
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My pleasure.
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😃
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Oooh so touching. Great job!
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Thanks a lot Joy
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Very welcome! 🥰
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🌺🙏🏼
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Wow, this is interesting. I’m glad now through the island the look into his grandpa’s eyes, Alex could visualize his grandpa’s past. Simply wonderful
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Thank you so much Lamittan
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Most welcome, Sadje dear?
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😃
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Most welcome, Sadje dear.*
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land an isle the reason you smile
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Very true.
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Aww, that’s a super cute story, Sadje. Love it.
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Thanks a lot Jeff
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You’re most welcome, Sadje. Always.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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The past is never far away when imagination and nostalgia are one’s spectacles. I love this Sadje. Nicely done!
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Thank you so much Suzette. Beautifully said
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Your words were the inspiration. Thank You my friend. Cheers.
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Sweet story.
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Thanks Patricia
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oh so tenderly written Sadje ““Yes, grandpa, I do see the castle now”.
💖💖
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Thank you so much Cindy
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Of course!!💕❤️🙏
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💕
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This is Marvelous–warms my heart!
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Thanks Zelda
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You’re so welcome 🙂
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Thanks
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It’s painful but also pleasant to read.
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Thanks Anisha
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Loved this ☺️
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Thanks my friend
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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This is beautiful, Sadje. How clever of the grandson to figure out he was reliving a past moment. Thank you so much for another great #writephoto entry. KL ❤
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Thanks a lot KL
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Hi Sadje,
This was very cool. I could see this conversation unfolding and the younger man suddenly understanding.
Excellent.
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Thanks a lot Gary.
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When dementia sets in they say not to correct the person but to be understanding… you definitely did that here. Beautiful!
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Thanks Leigha. Very true. Go with their reality
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You’re welcome.
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💜💖
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