November 29th.

I think 
it's important to remember
oneself 
in times such as these
when the rage of companies proceeds
and commercialism crushes our dreams.

I think
it's crucial to recall the days
of old
when stories were told 
by fire,
not an iPad,
safe from the frosty cold.

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