Memories imprinted into our genes...We can't escape them, nor should we...
want to? They come onto like the sun peaking over the clouds, warm and blissful, fading into a restful sunset like presents just for us…or, o ther times, they leave us dark as the inside of the moon, I suspect. It is fortunate for all of us all our memories can be turned into creative expression... Sign in to see full entry.