am not was

It’s hard to see any movement made. One would hope whatever movement there was went  in some positive direction (whatever that means).

 

Someone asked what it was like to be a military brat? My answer is that the lesson is that everyone is different. Everyone is the same.

 

So is each moment–each day.

 

One wonders who am I that I was not? Who am I that endures?

The Spirit of the Dead Watching

The Spirit of the Dead Watching
1892
oil on canvas
72.4 × 92.4 cm (28.5 × 36.4 in.)
Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York, USA

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