Winter can
stop a river.
But not forever.
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A Winter’s Tale
You remember what
You remember, whereas I
Remember what I
Remember. We remember
Sometimes the same thing.
And sometimes what we
Remember is not what we
Remember; it is what we
Believe we remember. You
And I together believe
We are what we once
Were, before we remembered
We were together,
Before you or I believed
To remember who was who.
[Disposable Tanka February 19, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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