Ohhh, you haven't touched your Video or the cassette mama !
the visitor kneels beside the elderly lady.
She's looking at the trees' tops beginning to turn faintly yellow, orange, brown, in the distance.
Hmmmm ? She wakes from her reverie as the tape whirs into action. The colours, the sounds begin to stir her mind, faces flicker before her, but it's the sound of their voices that get through
that, and the warmth of the hand on hers, so gentle, so kind. Deep, visceral memories of love and laughter bring a smile to her mouth, a fleeting recognition to her eyes.
We are memory.
We are only memory.
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