tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431296044183306800.post9182570353914842587..comments2023-06-02T08:47:10.286-07:00Comments on Chosen Words: The Frozen PondAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06827557320941971826noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431296044183306800.post-45218594115579247542012-02-19T20:24:38.677-08:002012-02-19T20:24:38.677-08:00Isn't it a strange and wonderful thing that so...Isn't it a strange and wonderful thing that something or someone lives on in our mind when it no longer exist at all. I can see my home town in Southern IL, and when I go back, I can get lost. The barn and the pond--the orchards and woods with Indian trails are vivid, but they no longer are there. I could see them in my mind's eye even if I were blind. You always bring out things that are true...well, almost true. Thanks! Helen<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1 I see my home town in Southern IL in my mind, and when I go back it's easy to get lost there. South of town,there is no longer the spray pond and barn and Indian paths, but they are very real and I can see them in my mind, and yet, that's the only place they exist. My brothers and sister who knew them as well as I did no longer exist there, either. The ponds did exist where you talk about and still do in our mind's eye. Even if I were blind, I could see them. As always, you bring out things that truly exist...well, almost truly. Helen C.Helen now in FLnoreply@blogger.com