Letting go

Letting go. 

As the cycle of days, weeks and months rolls around towards another birthday, I am consciously letting go of the past.

Today, I have a very strange impression – like chunks of my personal history are being crumbled off the Gondwanaland of my past. Gurgling their way up through the murky depths, they float briefly on the surface of my consciousness. Then, breaking through the meniscus of the present tense, they make contact with the air and gently vapourise.

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