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Jun 2013
The strands of our experiences
Like threads of raw silk
Weave themselves into intricate webs

They swirl in and out of our days
Sticky and ghost like
  
Some slip by but some cling

Bridging the past
To the present
The time and space that is us

Making it difficult to remember
We now prowl freely
Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson
Written by
Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson  Prince Edward Island
(Prince Edward Island)   
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