Perhaps, I have been thinking of the political climate too long. Perhaps, I have been pacing about the settling in (however uneasy) of Die Herren. I think, my mind has been moving too quickly. With the ravages of time already creeping up, upon me. It is unsettling that I do not know as I should. No.
I've seen a face tonight, earlier. Half-remembered, dimly lit in the annals of my memory. A face and a sound that I remember though I do not recall her name. I remember everything else but a name. I remember, a rare laugh. I remember sky-blue eyes. Of a blue I haven't seen in over ninety years, now. I remember her children. Children I remember, paying through school.
Even they now are only half-remembered, fey like creatures in faded sepia tones in mind.
A diaphanous figment of memory staring upon me.
A ghost.
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