trying to remember

its the now that is here, but its the now that I forget. For some reason, the times in my life that were peaceful surface in my memory, islands of hope and joy in a polluted stream. How to find the peace that eludes me. I dont know any more. So  I am left with my memories. And, they are beautiful. 

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