Chance to Remember

This is about recovering a spiritual memory.

My soul slipstreams in memory to when we were free.
I knew so much and yet so little.
A tiny giant fighting against the mammoths and the elements.
Life was your doing, and any gods you choose, if you choose.
Nobody lied.
No self delusions.
Everything was crystal.
I should have gone to my therapist today.
I swear to God,
it was that beautiful.

Author's Note

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