Elephant herds used to be so much larger.
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Elephant herds used to be so much larger.
Photo by Peter Beard.
Science has shown that elephants do have excellent memories that decode and identify survival skills and imprint important data to be ...
Diamond Stingily - Elephant Memory
(Ramiken Crucible, 18 Sep - 16 Oct 2016)
Photo: Diamond Stingily, How Did He Die, 2016, 8:38 min, dimensions variable
Time travel
I’m taking books off of shelves, dusting them and placing them in piles by size before I place them in boxes.
I come across the 1990 Tailwind, my University Literature Magazine. I look at the table of contents and I see a poem that I don’t remember writing.
Two years, two days apart
I was expecting God to call first. But The Wall crumbled, so I suppose my sister may phone.
The stranger informs Hershey bars have been replaced with Camels Beloved Nike-Airs pawned for weekend highs.
Cannot escape memories Moments she mumbled I love you before sleep, while I bashfully echoed. Don’t know if I could believe her now.
But she does not say it.
Neither do I.
I read the poem to Parker. He raises his eyebrow. “You wrote that...” He does the math, “Wow. Nothing changes.”
“Not quite,” I say as I wipe a quick tear and toss the chapbook onto the piles of books. “After last summer, she ran out of second chances and I wouldn’t take the call.”
You'll remember the 'big' moments in life with such ease ... But will you remember the small steps, the 'little' things, the everyday ordinary things which made the big moments possible?
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