The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Friday, May 18, 2012

The semi-Persistence of Memory

When I knew we would have this house, and was in contact with my mother, I worried what she would think of it. Knew the kinds of comments she would make. Now I comfort myself by saying, "She'll never be here."

She never will, the thoughts fade nicely.

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