SENILITY Gretchen Fletcher For those who have sipped from Lethe before being ferried across the Styx forgetfulness must be sweet. No longer do they have to shore up the banks of memory as the waters roll by eroding meaning from the mind. They're allowed to let it all just slip and slide into a muddied mess of half- remembered words and their complexities of meanings - denotations and all those subtleties of connotations. Without meaning, words become no more than vowels and consonants as the senile mind returns by degrees to the tabula rasa it once was.

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