The exact layout of Henleaze Infants school. I remember. The windows in the class rooms that seemingly stretched from the floor to the sky. I remember them as well. The walk home past the houses that I can vividly picture even as I write this. Even the colours. Then nothing. And then memories appear again. The desks at another school with their now redundant inkwells. The sound of my feet as I paced the long stone laden hallways. The green grass that tantalizing appeared through windows that has long been replaced by concrete nothingness. Faces, places and names, but really nothing more.
I remember nothing, but at the same time I remember everything.
Peace.
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