This, too, shall pass….

One feels lost in the darkness of imperfect memory—

            the haggard mind struggles to eclipse the image,

            clinging defensively to the comfort, the contrast,

     the brilliant contrast that separates the nightmare from reality.

Delight

Stoned

"...there would be no music..."

Poetical thinking....

Teaching moments....

"...ever a child..."

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