Renew
Incense whispers drift skywards
Echos amid the memory boxes.
Prising lids off revealing recollection relics -
Fragments labeled and categorised.
I run my hand over each:
Exploring the worn grooves of emotion -
Branded into being human by perspective!
Examining each piece I question it's reality...
Is it time to redefine? rediscover? to re-remember?
The pathway forward is revealed by
Incense whispers drifting skywards...
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