Perhaps to be expanded at a later date.
Recognition
I go through my dear friend's Instagram archive
from last year, and tally all the places and the sights
now familiar to me from having at long last seen them
first hand, some weeks ago. "I've been in that room! I've
walked on that bridge! There's the table in her backyard!"
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

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Written on 2023-09-27 at 17:25




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