Found the above in the the computer, and have no idea what job it was from, who took it, or when.
The past really seems to fold over on itself, always getting a little smaller, a bit more compact as time moves on. This job at The Shop accentuates this effect even more so; routine, day to day, activities mix up the memories and blur the edges.
It may be the age too, but I've found it takes a hell of a lot more concentration to make sense of the past. Thankfully, the present it easier to decipher with wisdom, and the future comes off less daunting.
Clarity is rare. Focus often, or you just might lose it.
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Death Cab For Cutie - Brothers On A Hotel Bed
Ending Note: Sundance prep underway. Gotta love Sundance.
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