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Jul 2021
The illusion is that
our train of thoughts
changes tracks
as the past is lost.
Railroads diverge.
Then lines re-emerge
as separate and distinct
traveling things
constantly moving
in controlled patterns,
we call our temperament.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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