Time does not heal all wounds. Cuts, nicks, scrapes? Maybe. A minor lesion, sure. But wounds? When wounds turn to black scabs that flake away like so many burnt pages, what is left is the raw, rosy pink tinge of new tissue. Days, weeks, even months might diminish its hue, but the fact remains, the pattern is changed. The fabric of skin will never return to what it once was. The scar is a reminder both physically and cognitively. We remember. Time does not heal all wounds. Time makes scars of all wounds.
Nina Nastasia – Rosemary [MP3]
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