When I was with you at your grandmother’s house in Providence when was that? Christmas? Sometime stale and drafty. Light flickered in the windows. We thought it was a lightning storm. What did you say then? I don’t remember. Something about lunch or dinner and I remember it was funny at the time. I thought about it later. You were always saying things. Anyway how are you? How is your family? I heard you were at the end of your rope. I just wanted to reach out before I left. Just wanted to tell you about that time and what it meant to me. Anyway that’s alright. Talk to you later.
hijacked amygdala 
Strange how the moments that we think are important fade from our memories. I guess it’s only when we try to recall them that we realise the parts of our lives that really mattered.
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Odd little moment here…remarkably full of emptiness. Perfect little nugget!
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i love the gentle tone in this piece, its rhythm…
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All about nothing and something, but mainly something and nothing.
“You were always saying things.”
🙂
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