Places, faces, voices

Time to start erasing them from memory

Whichever way I can.

Pleasant or not.

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    • First i turn them into sand. Then I let the wind carry them away grain by grain and I watch them as they take to the sky. The next time I do the same. And the next. At some point the memories stop coming on their own. They need to be invited in. And you just don’t. Soon they become like scenes from a movie you remember watching once half asleep on the sofa

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