[“we reached the end of memory, / Like rivers reaching the sea.” – Yehuda Amichai]
We waited at the river’s mouth for fresh memories, memories we could eat like raw trout, wet and new, not like our old memories, the old dry ones we’ve tried so hard to get rid of…
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Memorable Fancies 
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