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by Wick Fields

We tend to look back

At the seasons of our lives

And light them warmly

With our remembrance of them.

What we forget is

There was genuine terror then

Just as there will always be genuine terror.

Reflection doesn't haver the burden of fear

We know how it turned out.

This season is another matter altogether.

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Wick Fields
Wick Fields
Apr 22, 2018

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