Maybe you posed by the road
(In all the pictures I fantasized about,
The ones perhaps I never saw)
In a world full of stones and boulders
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Memory as a cistern, beautiful! Like rain, something given, poured out for us, gathered, life sustaining, and yet, possibly contaminated. But, drink of it we shall, as we must
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Memory as a cistern, beautiful! Like rain, something given, poured out for us, gathered, life sustaining, and yet, possibly contaminated. But, drink of it we shall, as we must