Always been intrigued by Marcel Proust and his tome of a book! He also got me to try madelines (delicious!). So, not the Proustian questionnaire, but an ideal coffee date...!
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Lime tea and madelines.
He dips, I sip.
Nostalgia on the menu,
perfuming the cafe air.
The one thing we have in common - doesn't everyone?-
obsession with the past. A golden shroud of memory so vast.
We measure out our moments
in sublime attention.
He murmurs, I nod. Living,
this huge, quiet thing to muse upon.
Every day a page in a manuscript, we write and rewrite.
The madelines keep coming. The moments too.
There is no rush here. No hurry.
We pour and stir, repeat, again.
Flâneurs on an afternoon stroll
through Life's boulevards.
There is so much to remember.
There is so much we can't forget.
Time scatters around us;
we pick up and savour every crumb.
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