a poem I wrote about the passing on of stories and histories - how they become entrusted to those left behind, but slowly, over time, decrease in the telling and lose traction, until we push them further into the attic as younger stories are collected and retired.
What an amazing poem and deep meaning behind the poem. I always find your cerebral wanderings to be fascinating.
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This could be a terrific song, you know.
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