martinhiro

martinhiro

There either is or is not a way things are;
the color of the day,
the way it felt to be a child,
the feeling of saltwater on your sunburned legs;

sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it's red;

but what color it may be in memory depends on the day;

I'm not going to tell the story the way that it happened,
I'm going to tell it the way I remember it.

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