Speak of times when no clock hands were present
when no space of air was counted by minutes
nor seasons marked by months
instead of the feel of the air.
Speak of sights where cameras weren’t shuttering
where retina display meant the present
captured by a blink of an eye
only photoshopped by time.
Time before the electron ruled the world
when memories were timeless
saved within the folds of our minds
like words pressed between pages.
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