michael-hatfieldWhisper

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Reminiscently, I sit.I sit at an angle facing the window. / Morning sunlight staggers in and tumbles onto the table. / It seems to be as relaxed as I am this early in the day.

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Oct 9, 2010

Your dementia, which holds me.My mind wanders continuously / To and from the hear and now / Seemingly

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Oct 9, 2010

A paradoxical look at time.Sometimes I feel as though time has stopped moving / I know that it never really stops / That time moves as regularly as it can

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Oct 7, 2010

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