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Aug 23
A memory
A fleeting color or feeling

Not so much a place
Not so much a word

It's something greater
Deeper in meaning

Yet less refined

Something that was and yet
Never existed

A memory created in a time destroyed

Gone in the moment you notice it

Simply morning mist on the river banks of your mind.
I wrote this a while ago but I thought it was important.
Written by
Jack  M
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