short story

i remember with great fondness black birds departing into dusk upon the orange horizon fleeting soundless upon the turn of day i remember with great fondness my childhood perfectly unspoiled yet i can not say so for myself awareness alone disciplines a child and knowledge brings it along with just as much sorrow like salt on a wound it purifies i remember with great fondness what my hurt is is my affection and age but deepens the pools as i take in what is offered fondly held in great remembrance

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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