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The mind folders open once more, and 

they scatter about through my mind & soul. 

A change is coming.

 

A walk on the land

as I mentally gather folder by folder

 helps prepare me for the memories to come.

 

One by one as each folder opens,

the flickers of my past emerge. 

The eyes are blinded by the many emotions

brought forth, and the weeping begins.

 

As I view the land from my stops along the walk, 

each mind folder tells their story.

Some good, some not so.

 

The sun overhead in late afternoon

brings the day to a close.

A change is coming.

 

The trees stand tall,

each one different.

 

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