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Mnemosyne - the Goddess of Memory watches Time flow by . . .
“The Butterfly counts not months but moments, and has Time enough.”
Seconds. Moments. Hours become weeks become years.
And a lifetime is drowned away in the endless wash of Time.
A droplet amongst a myriad droplets
Flowing endlessly in an Eternal rush
Towards the unknown and unknowable -
Whose incessant thunder is drowned out
By the sound of her wings
As Mnemosyne flutters from memory to memory.
When she turns her flight toward you . . .
Where will you be?
What will you be doing?
As Mnemosyne flutters from memory to memory
You might hear her whisper:
"You have been here before. Remember?"
Will YOU remember having been here before?
"The Lost Waltz" - Composed by: Milo Cantor
The Goddess of Memory recalls every moment - waking or dreaming.
She sees Memories born and watches them disappear . . .
Only to re-appear, again.
In a different form - yet the Memory is the same -
I have a story here. It is from an old memory.
But I transformed it into a new idea - which itself, has become another old memory - It is:
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