“Wrinkles merely mark where smiles have been.” Mark Twain
These days, people gather in pastures of beige walls, Pale green gowns mimic hospital frocks meant for healing But here, they safeguard forgetting. Minds like torn lace doilies, faces knitted in bewilderment old ones settled in the thin gruel of amnes…
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