Anonymous 
What Have We Here? 

Remembering
When I think of fragrant memories
Lost in times withered blossom,
The scents of loss and well-being
Swirl across the field of anguished and eager emotions.
The buds of guilt, defeat, and regret
Unfold into blooms of forgiveness, victory and peace.
And as I stroll through the garden of my mind,
The bittersweet fruit of remembrance caresses my soul.

An engaging exercise of short fiction and exposition.

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A northwest resident with decades of experience surviving a difficult job—through simple creativity and imagination—delivers refreshing distraction and exposition for everyone needing a break from life.