I just noticed: somewhere, I gained this irritating scar— but where? I can't remember. For some reason when I try to remember, and my thoughts are finally clutching at the memory of a knick from a knife in the sink or a blister from slinging a five pound hammer, the memory vanishes Now long forgotten into a glistening abyss of wonder as if a mage had come and covered my mind with a black velvet curtain of oblivion.
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AN AMULET FOR MY MISREMEMBERING
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I just noticed: somewhere, I gained this irritating scar— but where? I can't remember. For some reason when I try to remember, and my thoughts are finally clutching at the memory of a knick from a knife in the sink or a blister from slinging a five pound hammer, the memory vanishes Now long forgotten into a glistening abyss of wonder as if a mage had come and covered my mind with a black velvet curtain of oblivion.