At the intersection of then and now,

I pluck from today glimpses of yesterday.

The names of those who came before me,

Etched with stone or a knife.

I travelled this road and have reached its end,

Or perhaps, a new beginning;

The end of one medium,

Marking the beginning of another.

Welcome to week Seventy-Five of Three Line Tales! A wonderful challenge to create a piece about the given photo. Want to join? Click the link Three Line Tales. 😉

Pluck

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