Lost words remembered
November 17th, 2008
Words written, lost, and remembered. Memory being what it is, they are of course not all remembered exactly and often get mixed and blended together. Time is a funny thing, it often seems more like an ocean than a road. Things burble and surface and crash and disappear again only to pop up on a beach ten thousand miles away with a rubber o-ring hanging off of a piece of rope wrapped around a corner and maybe, if your lucky, one of those old glass floats in a woven rope bag whispering old sea yarns to the crabs and the sun.
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