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TRANSIENCE


 † memories †

nothing more than paper mache sculptures caught in the rain.
The more times recalled, the weaker the structure becomes and minutiae melts away. 
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Eventually

they become stories

No more real than events yet to unfold.

What can we trust?  What do we hold on to? 
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The only certainty is now.
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