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Sep 2019
I spent my day breathing life into my memories.

I often walk or sit with them.
I give them the attention they ask for
to maintain their roots.

I administer the moisture they desire
to retain their colour
their scent.

I know they aren't what they used to be
but they grow with me
and give me hope for more
more beauty
more life
and more to live for.

I spent my day with my memories.
Time with memories is fruitful.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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