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Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Reading January. I was seventeen, the blog was still on the old subdomain, Hikari was pretending not to like Marico, Erick hadn’t told me about Mark, Splinder was not part of my vocabulary and eighteen still looked like another country.
Eleven months is rude.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.