memory
It surprises me yet what all I forget, and how easily time slips away; what impressions are left, of coherence bereft: dancing dreams at the end of the day.
It surprises me yet what all I forget, and how easily time slips away; what impressions are left, of coherence bereft: dancing dreams at the end of the day.
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