No food now, or words,
Her eyes sometimes see but
courage stays - and her smile.
Wednesday 18 February 2009
Saturday 7 February 2009
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The patterns of our memory are shaped by vivid moments which we can recall like photographs even though the surrounding events are lost to us. Photographs trap moments of time and in a different way so do haiku. Both can be distillations of truth;both fascinate me.
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