Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, May 21, 2016

5.21

The thing I was I am no more. I must reinvent myself as phoenix: to die and be reborn in flame and wonder. I am afraid, though, I will aim for the sun and reach only the aether above me, no higher than I can reach with fingers unassisted. Instead of phoenix, I will be stork.

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