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Pulled up the Autobiography.

If you do  not have one started

get started! I wrote in it like

a Diary I lived but never

wrote down. The dead can

rise from mausoleums. Graves

open.

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You cry a lot for things lost

and left behind, for what

you wanted and still want.

Faces return, events come

back. You cry some more

and keep writing.

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Amazing what the mind

recollects in color, what

was felt, and the emotion's

causes. One item sparks

another until fireworks

ignite.

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It is not a purge. Most of it

you cannot write, too sad. 

Good or neutral stuff is fun

to expound on whether great

and joyous or sad and deep.

The beloved dead wet

the page.

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The past is like stars. You go

past-gazing. It is an open

ended library, a cache of time

only you know. Dig it up,

turn it, recollect the finest

points, then write it down.

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Lady A

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