Tell me about the faces that blur, names that disappear. Recall the half-smile of a crush with a moon-shaped scar near her temple. Childhood street names are preserved as passwords. Most memories nestle in imagined palaces, wherein the architecture always shifts. You tell me about presence and its unrelenting beauty.
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At 68 I still remember the street address and phone number of the house I grew up in. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one…
So true!