Saturday, November 12, 2011

Goodnight, Nostalgia

"As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
I was even thinking a little about the future, that place
where people are doing a dance we cannot imagine,
a dance whose name we can only guess."
Nostalgia by Billy Collins

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