Traveling back in time a bit, heading off to school in the middle of a storm
I well remember the sharp scent of the lightening as it split the morning
Terrifying my companions as I pretended some uncommon courage.
Memories should always allow for some forbearance, I think, a
Forgiveness on the part of the holder to make our destined
Lives fit so much neater into the crafted narrative that
Moves us to the next day. But I best not jot any of
That down so I can (without deceit) look back
Tomorrow and pretend some uncommon
Wisdom.
Peace
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