Sometimes an image rising from memory, sometimes from myth, sometimes from mist, will be seen most clearly only when freshly penned, as you have done here quite well, Penny, whether it came to you from memory or myth or a mister. (besides, it brings to mind an old girlfriend whom even now I hold quite dear)
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