A Mnemonic Device – Clare Pollard
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A Mnemonic Device – Clare Pollard

What do you remember?The disorientation? That sense a tidal wavewas coming in slow motion? The thumping restless grainof nights no one could sleep, when each breath tried to washyou back from some dark sea? Were you very lonely,your mother in a fortress; too much time to think,screaming, shut down, listless? Perhaps you heard that bleepingmonitor…