I always wanted to remember well
my sliver of existence. I was blessed
with memory. Facility to spell
was mine – I jotted notes in verse and prose.
Concluding it was too much work to tell
a lie and give it adequate support,
I didn’t twist my history, embell-
ish or deny. I think that choice was best –
with time, a vivid myth turns truth pastel.

(Magic 9)

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