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What have we forgotten?
I thought I'd forgotten how to play the dulcimer
I thought I'd forgotten how to play the dulcimer but here I am, playing in a band and sometimes in the evening I play to myself, usually something haunting. I thought I'd forgotten how to crochet but today I made a street fair boho purse for my daughter and I might make a few more, I kept the yarn and hooks. I thought I'd forgotten how to write but I sit here every day and words spill out over the page, sometimes they run over and onto the floor which I'd forgotten to sweep, so there they tumble with cat hair and puppy kibble. I'd forgotten how crazy words can be, when left unattended or even if they mattered. I thought I'd forgotten you, but of course you come back with every new season, especially this season how I could make you laugh, how you would look at me and say "I can see you love me, it makes your eyes sparkle." I've forgotten how I thought that could possibly be enough.
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