To remember forgetting
Is to see en route
A future in which you won’t
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Paytonabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
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A future in which we won't see or won't remember? Or won't forget?? Haha, of course it's "remember" but I like overthinking sometimes. This is quite the mind-bend, DJ, and I love it. I've been sitting on it for a few minutes now, and I really applaud your skill with this one. Also, great image; completely captures the vibe (dare I say?) of the concept presented in your senyru.