I remember what I dont remember.A dream of memory or so it seemed.
Seems. To be a memory of what I couldnt remember except in dreams,
those stories of stories untold. That I was there with other students,
married friends when only youthful lovers before I knew them, coming
out of that house full of music I heard so much about later. Me on the
lawn waving & in that dream aware that this is the past & I'm in it.
That past Ive only heard of from others. Me then in that memory, lost.
The sunshine laid upon the land
signed spring or fall
I couldnt tell which
Douglas Barbour
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other than those 12 particles. And we have very little idea what the
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Brian Cox
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