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Sep 2023
This chapter is now closed.
Relegated to the last vestiges,
Foggy scenes through time's mist.
Memories can become happier,

Now faded and worn.
Time's safe place, fuzzy and warm
Is like a sweater that you only pull out
For a season then pack away until next time.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
90
   Mike Adam
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