Reminiscence

I started to write a long bit on remembering and I sprung a leak and had to stop. Tired and stopped up and drained, it seems rather pointless. So, instead, a pebble; carefully set along the boundary, just before the weeds. No one will pay mind to it but me. I’m the only one who will remember why it’s there. Maybe I’ll get lucky and forget, someday. That would be…. helpful.

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