Lost Words Remembered

Words written, lost, and remembered. Memory being what it is, they are of course not all remembered exactly and often get mixed and blended together. Time is a funny thing, it often seems more like an ocean than a road. Things burble and surface and crash and disappear again only to pop up on a beach ten thousand miles away with a rubber o-ring hanging off of a piece of rope wrapped around a corner and maybe, if your lucky, one of those old glass floats in a woven rope bag whispering old sea yarns to the crabs and the sun.


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