Once again, once before #writephoto

You looked at me. I was staring at the shadows on the long, dark walls. They were kind of intimidating, we both agreed. It felt like we’ve gotten ourselves into something we don’t understand. This was an uncomfortable realisation. We both felt a strange, incomprehensible reason to be. It felt pleasant, and trapped at the same time. So we had to get out of it, and reminisce later. It felt like a joy in sorrow, we carried it as gloom in joy. 

We had walked down these arches many times since then. 

And I’m not sure which ones are memory, and which ones are dream.

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Tales from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge 

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