Thursday, December 20, 2018
Balcony overlooking the Past
I question my sense of my past; are my memories true or are those visions simply a movie I watched once long ago? A book read or a song sang? I tend to romanticize what has been and what cannot be again…
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2018 at 02:00PM,
December 20,
Freddy Zalta,
old city,
past,
poetry,
poetry and motion
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