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Lost

November 27, 2019 by David Horton, posted in History, literature, poetry

Tina Turner

is eighty?

Wait a minute,

I’ve lost sixty

years somewhere.

Has anyone

seen them?

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Hammering on the mind’s door

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion

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