Occasional Flooding
I went on a walk, hoping it’d make me feel better. In the field behind my neighborhood, my friend Crow waited for me, perched on the fence. We watched the clouds gather.
“Looks like rain,” I said.
“You know what your problem is,” said Crow.
“Which one?”
“You keep forgetting.”
“I’ve forgotten what I’ve forgotten so can you remind me?” I asked.
“You’ve been here before, you’ll be here again. Only not as you, but a different you. And you will have forgotten again.”
“Okay,” I said.
“But I’ll be here to remind you.”
It started to pour.
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