“…I had all and then most of you, some, and now none of you…” ( Lord Huron, Strange Trails, 2015 )
Suddenly reacquainted with an old, dear friend. Having slipped away, out of reach, faded by the fog of time. “I am so very sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you. Just thought I should, you know, see how you are. I was in the neighbourhood and well, you know…” The nervous disposition.
“…No, no, please, not at all… so wonderful to see you. Please do come in…” The soft sparkle in the eyes, framed on a canvas of memories. The haze peels away, unveiling a shared slice of history, sentiment, innocence, freedom. “Tea?” “Yes, ofcourse, please, yes, thank you…”
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