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It must be age,
this tendency to forget.
Forgetfulness.
It has never been me.
I always remember.
Everything.
Forgetfulness creates ties.
Often difficult to untie.
A mess.
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I forgot my bag of necklaces in Tallinn.
In the hotel room.
Nothing expensive,
though fortunes of affectionate memories.
The old, threadbare bag came in the mail yesterday.
I have a knot to untie.
And while I do it I have a knot in my life, in my heart,
to untie as well.
While untying, my necklaces and my heart will shower me with sweet memories.
