Knitting Memories

AMNESIA AND REAL LIFE

I am my own world. My spinning world of love and grief and memories. My world of my words. My world of my worlds. My ether, with floating, evolving, melting snowflakes.  At first, it’s a party. People come over.  They bring food and flowers and booze. They clean. They cook.  How are you? They ask,  because they truthfully want to know.  They bring books and ask you to go on walks.  They plan the memorial.…

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