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A Quirk Of The Mind. . . . .
Because energy can no longer be summoned, memory comes to play as I flip pages of this very difficult lifetime of my history. Quickly I ensconce in a time the Teachers called a quirk of mind. It is my evolution’s restart and life’s rescue. It also makes a normal life impossibly hard. I think of…
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Born With Conscience . . . .
and memory. . . . . . My readers are perceptive and I grasp eagerly what they say. One said there are places I would not be allowed to voice my thoughts or concerns. I have lived almost my entire life being cautioned as I left the house about what I say. I had no…
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Sometimes. . . words are not helpful. . .
Even unto this day, I am surprised when memory pops up to be dealt with though never a hint as to its depth. Where has it been keeping itself? No doubt in the catacombs along with my ancient self. It is somewhere in the journals I am sure. I just spent too much energy looking…