Dance in the Full Moon

Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

12.11a

When did Samantha get such a large nose? I'm sure I should have noticed it; I've seen her every day for the past fifty-odd years. Maybe that's what love does: it lets change creep up on people.

7 comments:

  1. anelles47December 11, 2013 at 5:04 PM

    Is it love or habituation?

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  2. Robby Van ArsdaleDecember 12, 2013 at 6:38 AM

    Hmmmm a troubling question the answer to which I don't know. Let me get back to you in fifty years after all my friends are dead.

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  3. anelles47December 12, 2013 at 3:10 PM

    These days, people would say your friends died young.

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  4. AshleeDecember 14, 2013 at 10:52 AM

    Well, either way, this site will probably still be around in in some version or another, considering how putting something online is akin to archiving it. (Maybe. I haven't taken that class yet.) So in fifty plus years, we'll know.

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  5. Stephen BarryDecember 15, 2013 at 11:41 AM

    no new friends no new friends no new friends no no new

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  6. Robby Van ArsdaleDecember 15, 2013 at 12:55 PM

    Fifty years, man. I've nearly lived half that. Is half a big portion?

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  7. anelles47December 18, 2013 at 2:38 AM

    I think it's the one measurement that can't really be called big or small, though I guess most people would say it is.

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