Kat Revier
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I'm a traveler, a poet, a weaver of tales & short stories, and a novelist. I write so you can read. If you enjoy my stories, please offer your feedback, likes and tips.
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Anne's Tea Recipe
Life flows like water; not seamless, but continuous, like a stream bouncing its way along the rocks. Memories come forth however, like individual ice cubes poured from a pitcher. Sometimes they spill forth quickly, one after another, giving you disjointed glimpses of your past; sometimes they come slowly, one at a time, giving you time to savor each one, before going on to the next. Since my mother’s death, memories of my life are unstoppable, until I have become overwhelmed by the fullness of my thirty-one years. I have sat for days in solitude in the attic of the old Victorian boarding house in which I live, surrounded by the remnants and remembrances of life with my mother. The house has always been here. My mother has always been here. They are intricately interrelated. One without the other seems unreal, impossible even, and leaves me feeling empty and abandoned, even though the house is still filled with people and life.
By Kat Revier5 years ago in Humans
