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Was and Never Will

The sound of hooves conspires to carry me back, while stubborn steps make stuttered progress up an ancient, narrow hill. Nothing is particularly placed, when your neighbour may likely predate you by centuries. I hear the voice of old awareness, the way that was and never will be again. So slow the idea, of everything new, that's for another world. When it happens here, it's almost unwanted, where wanderers come from all over to imagine how it was. I'm no different, just a little bit enraptured with the emotions of a time out of mind. Always ready to remember – don't mind me, refuge from the land of forgetful. Sounding off and out of reach again.

 

September 8, 2022

Óbidos, Portugal

 

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Uploaded on September 24, 2022
Taken on September 8, 2022