Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Sunday, November 3, 2019

11.3

There is a small, tub-like cactus in front of me. I am very much taller than it. By the time I die, I will still be taller than it, but this round, yellow-spined cactus will still be here, and I will not. I don't know what that says.

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