…when memories are embedded into everything.

27 Nov

…where do purple lions go to dance in the rain.

…the interstate…because of the travel.

…the architecture of a house…that was the core game piece.

…a truck, a huge truck…love them but I choose not to look at them.

…when memories wake you in the morning and put you to sleep at night.


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