Like the improbable catch of a feather from a waterfall, my heart insists on grasping and fixating on a fleeting memory... a very personal, private, delicate , indescribable moment...witnessed by no one... a shimmering flicker of what once was.

..the force of a waterfall called ACoA, rips it from me...
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Feb 3, 2012