We lost everything in the fire,
Every thing,
All our mementoes,
Our objects,
Each one containing a memory.
So now,
In a dingy room in a dingy motel,
We put the pieces of our lives back together.
We don’t need objects to prompt our memories.
All our memories are ready to be awakened.
And so,
We sit in the dark,
Telling stories,
So many stories.
We could spend the rest of our lives
Telling our stories.
We've already begun.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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