Cold leaked through the window frame and there
not moving not turning its head not rubbing its legs
sat a fly.
I bend to examine it closely.
Its wings were a perfectly symmetrical veil.
As I took a picture, I realised that it was soon to die and felt blasphemous.
irisgassenbauer 
We are all but flies on the wall, waiting for our moment in the sun and the destiny of us all.
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Oh my, you have me tearing up there. 💜
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Reading your poem I feel a sense of poignancy and starkness.
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Love the stories you add to your pictures, it’s makes the experience much more enjoyable
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I’m sad.
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Don’t be. There is much to be thankful about:) probably even in the many eyes of a fly. Have a great day!
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Hope you feel more festive with Christmas, for December can be a dark and cold time:) Have a merry one!
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That is such a nice comment! There are many lights throughout Christmas time, even though December can be quite dark. To you too a very merry Christmas!
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It has been so busy that I think I missed your reply, Iris. Wishing you a very happy New Year, with lots of joy, adventure and pleasant surprises!
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Loving the images and writings on your space. Thank you for posting!
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Sorrowful & beautiful ❤
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beautiful but sad 😦
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Oh my goodness! I saw a fly one strangely warm day last week, just after a heavy snow, and thought the same thing! Well, FELT the same thing, and simply said „Poor fly… I wonder if he knows?“ You have a lovely way of expressing yourself.
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Now that is something! Thank you so much for telling me your fly-story. It is really amazing to find them now in that cold cold times…have a lovely day and thank you again for commenting!
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thank you for liking my photographs as it has lead me to your blog … beautiful words x
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