At the end of the day this is all we remember…
A happy thought.
Tag: memory
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The Wind of Time
The wind of time…
it distorts the present,
creating a chain of illusions:
in time, but not quite the right time
and not quite the right way…
in memory and perception –
but not quite mine…
it blows clean through me and leaves shadows –
the shadows of burned-out candles…
