mnemon

February 23, 2017 at 5:38 pm Leave a comment

mnemon*

this wilted rose
recalls you; its petals crumble at the slightest
touch.

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*”The  (‘hypothetical’) smallest unit of memory”, see mnemonic, which is still in fairly common usage.

 

I had to start on the tiny ones.  Soon, MachMag, soon.

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