The strange thing
about memories
is that
they never ask
if it's a good time
to return...
You're just
washing dishes,
walking home,
or listening
to a random song,
and suddenly
you're standing
in a moment again
you thought
you had already
left it behind.
Maybe that's why
the past
doesn't live
in old photographs.
It lives
inside ordinary days
like today.
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