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Ode to Memory

The air is full of words
travelling from here to there.
The world is full of colours
waiting to be stored.
The mind is full of pockets
brimming with possibilities.

What an amazing gift
this mind of ours
a treasure cave of memories
for us to recall, imagine, take out when alone.

Carbon copies of loved ones,
running about on the deep-seated cinema
alive, for as long as they are needed.
What present could be greater than the gift of imagination?
To travel to the hidden vaults of our memories,
bringing back pockets of joy
faces we have cherished
bodies we have loved.

A most precious thing,
to inhabit a mind like that.
Touch it gently, hold it with reverence
and watch it come into its own.

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