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Slowly, nostalgia trickles into torrents,to flood memory's canyon Crystal clear,vision's backward gaze .All future certainty lies in the past, often distant memories linger fleeting and ephmeral is the dream.Yesterday's hero,a today's has-been,all perspective,out of true;twenty,twenty embellishes hind-sight .Experience forgotten wastes away superficiality now has its day.. on the wind a bell tolls memories surface words unerased- the image fades