the day before I was born
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Comment by herfotoman:
My mother always used to tell us how we were born, on our birthdays. Even when we were 40 to 50 years old. Not the actual delivery, that would be the end paragraph. All about my father leaving on a hunting trip even after being warned by my mother that her time is near, and the doctor's date is wrong. And then the ensuing trouble, in all it's hilarious detail.

Did you see Fatso, Stinky, and Stretch flying by? hehe.

the day before I was born
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Comment by Lydia:
Your green and white image really stands out in the Black and White challenge.

And... it does seem like it could be sharper and more in focus.

(commenting only... and trying to help)

the day before I was born
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Comment by jmritz:
great title. lovely harsh image.

nascence
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Comment by PennyStreet:
i feel the sun, the breeze... a breath of springtime.

the day before I was born
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Comment by Bilberry:
Is there something here that I'm missing? A cloud shape, a subtle link with the title. Apologies if there is but for me the blur and lack of contrast do nothing to hold my attention.

the feeling of loss when mourning is over
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Comment by herfotoman:
Pointy and pointless, drab and dreary. So appropriate.

the feeling of loss when mourning is over
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Comment by LoVi:
I know this all too well. Too many times. I'm sorry. I knew there were reasons.

the feeling of loss when mourning is over
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Comment by bspurgeon:
Another thought provoking image.

the day before I was born
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Comment by cowboy221977:
Way too overexposed for me

the feeling of loss when mourning is over
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Comment by jmritz:
caught in the maelstrom