Hello Memory

You taste as new as the day you were born.

Today, I felt the feather you swore you plucked off the most ferocious duck as being the closest thing next to the bird itself you could send to me which I recieved there those many moons ago and snuck anxiously through customs here, against my face. All that time after, and it is just as soft, as fresh. All that time after, all that time.