Friday 22 May 2020
EXPERIENCE OF MEMORY
Heavy, marbled sky. A butcher's slab of expectation. Lost in a memory of rain yet to fall. Touching a face with the imagined softness of an unrequited love. When light rain does then begin to fall, I'm left pondering. At which point does memory change to experience & back again?
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