I see old photos of myself and wonder
‘where did those old clothes go?’
I don’t remember me in that colorful shirt
with my friend at the top of that beautiful tree.
.
How much we forget! I’d like to know
that all my clothes are folded somewhere
clean and waiting
waiting to hold me again, waiting to tell me
the story of my life.
.
Penultimate 
That paisley shirt is epic! Keep wearing life like a loose garment and a great, interesting story will unfold!
Fun, treasured moments with old friends, doing ordinary things, are gold, esp when captured in the glorious nostalgic feel of 70’s black and white.
Thanks for a touching post, Kev! Love it!
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I didn’t know you were so stylish, even when tree climbing.
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I couldn’t even spell ‘stylish’ at that age!
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