It sits at the edge of my awareness. It gnaws, gently. Like the beginning of a toothache. Most days, just as I wake up, I look for it. Half asleep, Dreamy. Like I am trying to remember something I forgot to do. The day before. And then there it is. I wonder if it will ever go away.
A Memory.
Still there.
Still. At the edge of my awareness.
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