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Recollecting
Written in my face. I rarely read or try to write my face. Each line a sign of age. Ageing. A trace, and a trail. Along the way. A photograph may show, but cannot tell. Some words may tell but only seem to allude to experience.

Collecting
These things I've been sorting through over the last few weeks, each thing a curious mix of known and having known. Each thing alludes to a feeling and a memory, this holding on, the elusive trails and traces of life.

Collage
Layers and layers of memory, bits and pieces, held for a moment, alluding to being.

Reflection
To sit for a while and contemplate these things made and re-made, to make again. These recollections.

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