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Nostalgia (Megan Cramer 2/23/20)2/23/2020  The memories first appear like ghosts in an attic
Rustling around in the upper parts of my mind They start making knocking sounds and stomping on the upper floors And as they rumble down the Winding Stairs of my body into my heart I remember how my self cracked open in this place Following the music around every cobblestone corner Waking on remote islands Communing with sheep and seals Reading local authors Munching on local cheese Igniting my wanderlust Realizing my potential Branding images in my memories as if with a hot iron Phantom scars still bumpy to the touch Comments are closed.
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