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When you thought you had something, but it slips through your fingers. The lost cause, the forgotten memory, the flowers blooming in spring but set to die in August. You have nothing but labels of empty computer folder files, with not but a blip on your radar. And eventually when that blip fades away you are left chasing ghosts of the past, who might not have even existed in the first place. I remember you, KM, I remember you Miss K. I remember you, Mister. E. But what if you do not remember me?