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Jul 2021
The anxious mind carries memories in a basket
and drops a handful of them along the way.
I can't recall everything;
I find stray memories in jars and nostalgias.
But it has become my favorite thing to say:
"I remember."
And what a gift it is, to remember.
Written by
Nabiila Azzahra  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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     Lawrence Hall and Diverse TV
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