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Have you ever looked into a stranger’s eyes and just known that person? I’m not talking about that romantic crap . . . that whole, “Our eyes met across the crowded room, and then I knew . . . “ Because that’s just bullshit. No, I mean a smaller deeper kind of knowing.
I am remembering too much lately. Pretty sure. There is an occasional superimposition of memory. My memories drape over the events of the day, suffusing those events with shadows of the past. And I am at once transported and stuck. We went to a small amusement park today. The girls climbed onto a ride …Endurance |
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