We remember in fits & starts and then begin to weave a patch that remembers whole cloth. Smell cinnamon and you begin seeing scents & stories -- all personal. All tangible. You think of one word that suddenly smittens you and you hear a line perhaps of poetry, perhaps the beginning of an exquisite list of favorite words. There is much to feed us. Remember to drink plenty of water; the journey will be long. Dreaming may be interrupted.
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