Stories
"Stories are where memories go when they're forgotten"
I heard the Doctor say
His words rang in my ears
As I remembered the stories
I've been told
Of memories long passed
Stories of bicycles collapsing,
Of fritters burning thighs,
And of balls of fireflies rolling down a hill
What memories of mine will become stories?
I hope I remember
So I may tell them.
Andrea Vermaak
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