The Persistence of Memory
And there it is,
something sweet
from who knows where–
an arrival as unsuspected
as finding,
upon your doorstep,
something old and dear
you never knew you’d lost.
The Persistence of Memory
And there it is,
something sweet
from who knows where–
an arrival as unsuspected
as finding,
upon your doorstep,
something old and dear
you never knew you’d lost.
Love this, Steve.
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Thanks, Sarah.
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