A meteor shower lights up the sky behind you, creating a halo, shadowing your face as you begin to speak. Watching the sky explode and die, dusts of stars and comets, traces of the galaxy they shared. Endless, to a point. The death of a sun as it erupts, shining brighter and burning away the…
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Seven
Hit with a scent memory, cascading whiffs of cigarette smoke mingling with Dove soap. Suddenly taken back, back to early childhood. To Maw Maw’s house. Age seven. And it’s a real memory. Seen through my eyes as I saw it then. It’s not a memory reconstructed, where you see yourself as well as what you…
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