[“we reached the end of memory, / Like rivers reaching the sea.” – Yehuda Amichai]
We waited at the rivers’ mouth for fresh memories, memories we would eat like so many trout, refreshing and new, not like our old memories, the ones we’ve tried so hard to cast into the sea.
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Memorable Fancies 
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