February, 1951
12:36am
I remember a tree.
It probably is foolish to write about remembering something as simple as a tree, but I remember sitting under it with my sister.
I don't remember her name, but I figure if I can at least have this memory—little may it be—I might one day have a name to go with the blurry face in my head.
VOUS LISEZ
Ephemeral ☇ B. Barnes
Fanfiction. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016
