Beauty of Memories: Memories of Beauty

By Janine Horry

She lay on the bed surrounded by concrete and bricks, roughly hewn from strong men’s hands, but behind closed eyes she saw the sea. The soft billowing curtains covered not the ugliness of man but a dappled ocean. She could hear the waves and taste the salty cool breeze that touched her lips. It stretched and expanded in her mind’s eye; embodying a nameless yearning that she carried near her heart. It pulsed and pulled, throbbed and soothed, molding itself into a memory.

What is life but a series of memories? Follow our heroine as she journeys thru hers, to make sense of a world and life full of color confusion noise and beauty. Immerse and surrender yourself to the power of her remembering’s as sense and order are pulled from chaos and confusion. Meander thru her landscape, step in her footfalls and let beauty become your memories too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Janine Horry
• Release date: Feb 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370916788

Janine Horry

Trilissa James- aka Janine Horry- love affair with words started at a young age. She is a proud Abibliophobia. Her other love is travel and beauty where ever they may be found She is in charge of a very grumpy fur baby called Memphis and a not so grumpy nor furry Byron.

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To my mum and my sister - whom I took far too long to find my way back to.

"All my life my heart has sought a thing I cannot name" André Breton

BEAUTY OF MEMORIES;

Memories of beauty

by Trilissa James

Copyright 2016 Trilissa James

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Chapter 1 - The Yearning 

She lay on the bed surrounded by concrete and bricks, roughly hewn from strong men’s hands, but behind closed eyes she saw the sea. The soft billowing curtains covered not the ugliness of man but a dappled ocean. She could hear the waves and taste the salty cool breeze that touched her lips. It stretched and expanded in her mind’s eye; embodying a nameless yearning that she carried near her heart. It pulsed and pulled, throbbed and soothed, moulding itself into a memory. 

So many, many memories, the yearning had started too far back. 

She had been a young child when she moved across the world to Europe. Had she known that something had been missing? Perhaps not, but from the moment she stepped off the plane something was filled. A love affair was born. Suddenly the hunger sitting in her chest was sated and fed. The too few short years there were spent falling for the beauty of the churches, palaces, castles and museums. The fields, the gardens, the narrow cobbled laneways, the language, the architecture, all witnessed with the