The fool on the hill

By mooncoin

Lost memories

Called in at Dawlish today.
Childhood holiday destination.
I realised I remember nothing of it.
My memories come from watching holiday slide shows of pix my dad took whilst we were there.
Phoned my mum.
Her memory capacity can be counted in seconds. And yet she functions and gets through the days and knows who I am.

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