External memory

It’s been a perfect weekend of beautiful weather and not talking to anyone.

Thought about how very different my friend, Liz and I are. For her, thoughts aren’t quite real until they come out of her mouth. Experiences aren’t quite real unless shared.

So different than this tangible grounding of uninterrupted solitary wandering that went as far as imagination and all within the confines of my (now tidy) home. There was that excursion to the lake just to look at water and breathe. It doesn’t require anything more.

This? External memory. Not to announce to the world my exploits. It’s because I have dog memory. And that is why everything is shiny and new all the time. Remember this. Perfect thing.

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