fllters of time, providing us
with the memories we hold
dear as we age... and while
memories reveal both side
of the recollection, we hold
onto the side that best fits
the story we would like to
remember... our imagination
fills in the gaps and over time
the story becomes embellished
as the teller becomes emboldened;
we reserve no rights to the
truth or to the reality of the day
as it no longer exists in either
space or time... and yet,
we are certain it occured...
memories pass through the
filters of time, creating moments
and as they are relived they
are altered to appease the soul
and soften the hurt that results
from its recall... we are at
our best when we do not
remember exactly that which
took place in the time before we
are here now... nor do we care
if the accuracy if the memory
reminds us of an amputation of
life that we would like better
if it had remained in the past.
22 November 2021
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