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Can you talk a little bit about what it means
to not remember something? What is the art
on the wall? I feel stronger than I did a year ago,
but in ways I will never know. I was once told,
palm in palm of another stranger, I would become

a child
again. She said I would forget why I am sad-
dened by the landscape passing by tree-lines
closer. My perspective cuts through the truth,
and I begin again every time I open my eyes. 

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