the view from the basement hasn’t changed i can still only see how footprints are made not who really makes them nor why some movements are so erratic as to engender panic from those of us looking up from the basement i must admit that i prefer those who walk with sure confident steps that are well measured it gives one a sense of hope that the basement door will someday be unlocked and we’ll get a chance to view what’s really going on up there
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What an interesting and unusual perspective that we don’t often get to experience. I especially like the idea of confident steps inspiring hope of freedom. Thanks for sharing this with us this month, Charles. 🙂
P.S. I forgot to mention – I like the photo, too. It works very well with the poem. The deep red, blood-tone of it makes it seem more menacing, as if the poem were penned by a (tortured?) prisoner.
What an interesting and unusual perspective that we don’t often get to experience. I especially like the idea of confident steps inspiring hope of freedom. Thanks for sharing this with us this month, Charles. 🙂
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P.S. I forgot to mention – I like the photo, too. It works very well with the poem. The deep red, blood-tone of it makes it seem more menacing, as if the poem were penned by a (tortured?) prisoner.
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