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You have memories to look back on, on-this-day ago one year, three years, five years ago, all-your-yesterdays fade, perhaps repressed or once carved with care to exhibit the best to omit the stuff you'd rather forget and so the sculptor shaved keeping with the grain until the rather-not-dwell-ons fell before the sweep of grace, each scrape joining other eliminations to be gathered up and cast into the fireplace. The sculptor sanded, polished and revealed the much loved gargoyle within proving once again the effectiveness of shaving away the best forgotten.
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Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 8:27 AM UTC
Best forgotten
You have memories to look back on, on-this-day ago one year, three years, five years ago, all-your-yesterdays fade, perhaps repressed or once carved with care to exhibit the best to omit the stuff you'd rather forget and so the sculptor shaved keeping with the grain until the rather-not-dwell-ons fell before the sweep of grace, each scrape joining other eliminations to be gathered up and cast into the fireplace. The sculptor sanded, polished and revealed the much loved gargoyle within proving once again the effectiveness of shaving away the best forgotten.
Memories again. There's both danger and liberation in forgetting. And just as a sculptor removes everything except the image they reveal, some forgetting can reveal more truth.
stevejeff
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Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 8:27 AM UTC
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