My friend, who is as old as I am, was trying to remember an idea that occurred to him while he was on a walk. The idea hit him, and it was so important he thought he would remember it. But it vanished.
My friend fussed at himself and groused about getting older. That didn’t do any good.
On another walk, he returned to the place where the idea had occurred to him. The idea returned.
In an earlier day, I’d have said it was magic. Now, I just concede that I have no idea how memory works.
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