We are all
unreliable witnesses,
sorting and resorting
our memories
crafted from
what we couldn’t see
(then or now,)
as we pin each reshaped story
to our current consciousness.
Who are you? My enemy?
Or another searching soul
lost in your own
wilderness,
your own storms?
Learning Living 
We are all
unreliable witnesses,
sorting and resorting
our memories
crafted from
what we couldn’t see
(then or now,)
as we pin each reshaped story
to our current consciousness.
I just love that paragraph, Joan. Sorting and resorting our memories from what we couldn’t see then or now…..sometimes we are even aware that we are reshaping the story….other times nostalgia has us reviewing the stories we used to tell ourselves (from what we couldn’t see then…)
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