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living memory

September 6, 2016

the odd sense of floating through a narrative returns,
as if I am not actually living this story, I am remembering it

each day proceeds as happy memories already formed,
and the future is a thin membrane just out of arm’s reach

(out of harm’s way,
tantilising)

the right mixture of excitement and fear,
knowing that everything works out

but it works out through action, not atrophy,
through boldness, not blandness

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