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The end of this summer

Posted on August 31, 2014 By adcitlali

Amelia strolls the streets of a foggy forest  
full of memories to collect –or not …

   ordinary solitude
   sporadic apathy
   sun

Amelia turns right on Spring St.

   unexpected connection
   exceptional passion
   anticipated deadline
   risk
   rush

Amelia crosses Stability St.

   unknown territory
   distance
   fear

Stop sign!

   confusion
   desire

Amelia walks on Reality St.

_____Adriana Citlali
XXX-VIII-MMXIV

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  1. brian miller says:
    August 31, 2014 at 10:38 pm

    an interesting journey you take her on…and i like how you use the street names to accentuate the story…and how fast things can change crossing one street further…i think reality is a bit of all of that….

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      August 31, 2014 at 10:46 pm

      Right! Maybe she never really left Reality St.

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  2. claudia says:
    September 1, 2014 at 3:37 am

    very cool how you use the street names to make your point… for me it’s back to reality street as well today after the summer holidays…. i hope to find some crossings to dream street though every once and awhile…smiles

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      September 1, 2014 at 8:14 pm

      I had a full Reality day. I am heading towards dream street, wanna join me?

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    September 1, 2014 at 4:35 am

    I would love to spend some time on Spring Street. – but I guess it’s Monday morning – and time for Reality Street. I must agree with other commenters – the idea of using street names is brilliant

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      September 1, 2014 at 8:14 pm

      Thanks Björn. I hope you had a good Monday.

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  4. Barry Dawson says:
    September 1, 2014 at 5:15 am

    Love the use of street names. Spring street sounds particularly intriguing. No reality street for me until Wednesday!

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      September 1, 2014 at 8:15 pm

      Nice! I wish I could skip Reality street for a couple of days. Not this week, though. 🙂

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  5. mishunderstood says:
    September 1, 2014 at 7:52 pm

    Very creative with the street signs…I felt like I went on a little stroll with Amelia.
    Nice!

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      September 1, 2014 at 8:16 pm

      Oh! Amelia can be great company! At least she is to me when she drops by. 🙂

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  6. katiemiafrederick says:
    September 1, 2014 at 9:43 pm

    It took me a long to determine that stop must mean go..

    to truly be free..

    to truly find reality

    in reality true…

    letting it flow..

    letting it all go…

    being
    being
    being
    now.

    But yes it’s hard to do in prison of work..
    unless work is play with freedom now….
    a place of joy i love to stay!..:)

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  7. Victoria C. Slotto says:
    September 1, 2014 at 11:33 pm

    This is so clever, Adriana…the tie in with the street signs and her progression. Much enjoyed.

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  8. kaykuala says:
    September 2, 2014 at 12:32 am

    One tends to be distracted going through life! But invariably ‘Reality street’ will be right in front to bring one back to sanity. Nicely Adriana!

    Hank

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