Esther George
The Daily Cuppa
Published in
1 min readDec 12, 2021
Vintage suitcase with camera and scattered black and white photographs
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Every once in a while, a cold gust of wind sweeps past and tousles my heart. My soul gasps for breath as vivid hued images float across. Your face comes into focus like an inviting caramel swirl upon this crisp winter day.

Memories of you stir a familiar ache of poetry. I see it in my mind’s eye: A smile that blooms like spring flowers, eyes that gleam like orbs of light. The wind dance between strands of your hair. In the corridors of my heart, I hear your contagious laughter.

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Esther George
The Daily Cuppa

Writer • Dreamer • Storyteller • She writes about discovering and living your best life now because life is truly what you make it.