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246/365, originally uploaded by d_g_s.

He could be me, the boy who sat here moments ago, a reflection of myself back in 1975, a boy of eleven embedded in a strong sense of individuality and sense of identity. He even sits in the same manner, knees drawn close to the chest, arms wrapped around the legs, a slight rocking motion. Sitting outside isolated in a self-imposed seclusion from any community. In this moment of his present tense he wears my face. The present acknowledging the past.

Now of course he is a figure in the past. He no longer sits here watching the pond rocking itself back and forth in the same rhythm he rocked himself.
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The boy sits focused
in the eye of memory,
facing winter winds.