She was carrying forgotten things…


She was traveling.
Where was she going?
Someone has to know…

She was carrying forgotten things…

Immeasurable, long-lasting
Things that could not be broken
even if
one tried.


Half concealed
Everything danced when she spoke.
And those things
Hidden so far in memory
all at once
jolted free.


It was a moment.
Nothing more.

-The Wit Continuum


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