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Trust time to remember the dream
where the river was a rhapsody
we attempted to outrun,
never knowing
how much the melody
would meander.
We were minor steps
trying to make our motions major,
swept up in golden grains of thoughts
that slipped through our minds
like the waves along the shore.
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Trust time to remember
the journeys we never fully dreamt.
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All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
They come back like those waves, don’t they? (K)