Remember, remember… until you forget

. . Ninnery, ninnery... the sound which old sewing machines make. . By birth I am one of you, by death I'll be one of them. Them, you know, the ones who are sometimes remembered by you after they are gone. A bygone... a memory... perhaps part of a story which you tell to others... Continue Reading →

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