from The Tide

Sometimes I'm pulled away
From my own misery
Your hands cover me
Eyes drift slowly

Sleep the summer chill
And sheets of linen
Hush the scattered sound
Of time dispersing

To The Lighthouse//Memoryhouse

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Before I left, I asked Mr.Guy, "What will you remember about this place?"

He paused for moment, took a sip of tea, and said "I used to believe having a good memory meant being able to remember everything in perfect detail. Now I believe having a good memory means being able to selectively forget. It's not what I'll remember, Jason," he said. "It's what I'll forget that matters."

The Starboard Sea//Amber Dermont