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| Compression of Time (A Year Lost) | ||
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A year
passed, in fragmented pieces, like a book he read some summer before. And what of these moments? perceived? invented? Like moments that never were, that may not have been, still held. Sometimes he misses her, but, is it the moments and she a participant or is it her? He remembers a heart drawn in condensation on a departing train window, a moment they came together, words that had meant something� �You are mine.� How long was it till she shunned his touch hid her body to slowly become one that is not, or may not� ? In a time and place far from him, Here those who had secrets they could not share would climb up mountains and whisper them into the trees, locking them in with clumps of earth. But if the earth fell loose, would the secrets return? or disperse with the breeze? |
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