Poetry in notions
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Threadbare
Worrying away at an old memory is like picking away at a loose thread in a tapestry; soon everything unravels.
Surrounded with light
The young should be taught, what the old know by instinct, that every day above ground is a good day
Blind leading the blind
When did blind faith in imaginary beings become a virtue, and seeing the truth of science a failing?
Clang
My mind is still like a steel trap. But one that has rusted shut.
