The memory did not get the honouring it deserved. Somehow it just slipped away or I just blocked it out.

But as most things that are not honoured the way it deserves it comes back.

Sips through the cracks when I least expect it.

So I pull myself together and sit down and write about everything I remembered. And everything I felt.

And everything I tried to avoid.


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