Excuse the unfinished backyard, but take a listen.
Memories are a strange thing.
Both sweet and startling, I have had memories flood back into my view multiple times this week. These did not paralyze me or trigger any traumatic reactions, but they did jolt me enough to make me pause, breathe, and remember.
The first was the sweetest. As I ate my softboiled…
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