Pacific Grove

Forgetting

I lean over to release my heavy anchor into the sea, knowing that its warm currents will stay with me, erasing and refining the deep grooves of my memory with polishings of water and sand. As the sharpness fades, a smooth surface will emerge: a tabula rasa upon which I can build a real home for the first time in my life.

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