Images

         Images, and they keep speaking, even in the worn and busy. Pictures that call to be heard, given voice to, and I rise to listen and speak for them. The orange glow of a heat lamp that invites the weary feline travellers to rest and stay warm for a time. The forgotten quarter, worn and forgotten on the ground, only to be picked up by one who knows what it's like to be forgotten. The tree limps stretching through shadows upon some house wall, giving a haunting beauty even in the dark. 

          Images that tell a story and I'm listening, ready to speak for them and their impact here. 

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