Memory: a living thing that has lost its shape and remains as a shadow; it is something one enters, not something one does. That is the act of remembering, of bringing back to life. Accordingly, memory is like a door; it can embody the thing lost, the thing that took its force, the moment when the energy was passed through the door or all together and separately at once.


A memory of snow pressing down pasture grass? A memory of pasture grass reaching for the sun?

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