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It's like...the memory of a memory like walking around inside a still photo the sun shining in B&W; where things have lost their names and thoughts don't adhere to anything anymore. "Ne avevo persa la memoria.." my reflection tells me in a language I no longer know. The name Alzheimer's like neon in the mind but one still doesn't know what for maybe a pop star or a movie at the Odeon ( whatever that means ) or a Stop sign saying this far and ...no further.
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
WHATEVER...THAT MEANS. . .
It's like...the memory of a memory like walking around inside a still photo the sun shining in B&W; where things have lost their names and thoughts don't adhere to anything anymore. "Ne avevo persa la memoria.." my reflection tells me in a language I no longer know. The name Alzheimer's like neon in the mind but one still doesn't know what for maybe a pop star or a movie at the Odeon ( whatever that means ) or a Stop sign saying this far and ...no further.
donall-dempsey
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
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