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The land that time forgot

George Raymond42 Comments

I don’t know why

I’m always

forgetting the land

that time forgot.

***

It seems like

something I would

be interested in.

***

But — I forget. And

then a friend will

remind me that it’s

only about a mile from

my apartment building.

***

“Oh yeh,” I’ll say, as

we drive past the exit,

suddenly remembering

… the land.

.

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42 thoughts on “The land that time forgot”

  2. The land that time forgot can’t be forgotten because it’s no-man’s land, and therefore no man has been there to see it. Therefore, what hasn’t been seen cannot be forgotten because no memory of it ever existed in the first place.

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    • In all my years in Los Angeles, I never had a view—just a wall or the window of the apartment across from me. I remember my grandparents handled a poor view by letting the bushes in their front yard grow so high, thick and dense that, as a little kid, it felt to me, whenever I looked out, as if they lived in the deepest jungles of South San Francisco. Sun would somehow manage to seep in, but nothing of the street could be seen. I am forever hopeful of having a nice view one day. And I would definitely settle for the view of a farm. Thanks, Jean!

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