Idly digging throughmemories, like searchingfor treasures at a flea marketor estate sale,sifting through thebrightly colored butinconsequentialmomentsto dig throughdusty bins underneaththe tables, in searchof the street namewhere once we lived;or the co-worker’s namewho shocked me witha letter forgiving mefor something Ihadn’t done (it was my other co-workerwho transgressed andapparently said it hadbeen me) – yetI cannot … Continue reading Down Memory Lane
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