Life

2. streams

Posted in new, prose by martalorenza on August 28, 2009

EmilyFiume

This happens to me, too. Last time was by the bend of a stream in a wood. I wasn’t able to make out what I was reminded of, but the emotion was strong, joyful, clear. If this occurs to many people, there must be a mechanism in our brain.

Something like: ”The memories to be filed without any precise tags are to be tagged as good”.

 

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