Echoes in the Alley

9 November 2025 – Another downtown alley, another grimy shed in a downtown alley, the usual casual scrawls and scars.

Amidst all that, I suddenly realize, eleven neatly lettered words.

Echoes of old strife, rage, pain and loss.

Echoes, also, of love and enduring hope for another chance.

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  1. Lynette d'Arty-Cross's avatar

    A heart-rending and poignant find, Penny.

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  2. valeriemeredith's avatar

    Poignant words. A story to tell no doubt.

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  3. Walking Away's avatar

    There’s a story.

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  4. Bronlima's avatar

    Words of sorrow and hope……I wonder why the person chose this place for her message???? I wonder??

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    • icelandpenny's avatar

      That’s part of the mystery — perhaps someone saw her daughter there one day, perhaps it’s just typical of the alleys when the lost & marginalized pass some time, we’ll never know. Perhaps also, the mother wrote her message in other alleys as well — putting it out to the community.

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