At the back cover.
It says The End.
Happily ever after.
But is it the End?
We turn back pages--
crisp--and light--
static images
--like frozen candlelight
We forget, then remember,
that things do change,
the past is familiar,
yet remote, and strange,
Once upon a time in a land far away...
back when Yesterday... used to be Today
Saturday, October 8, 2011
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