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My thoughts skitter this way and that and rustle my memories

which took so long to rake into their neat little piles,

but it's ok...

...I always love watching the bright reds and yellows

and even the dried up, crunch browns swirl in

my consciousness and float down all around me &

I love the experience of running through the middle of

their airborne dance with my arms outstretched and

fingers wiggling.

How beautiful their costumes and dance are.

Makes me laugh.

Finally exhausted, I lay down on my thick, comforting

blanket of scattered memories and gaze up into

the tall, strong branches of my life.