There are little parts of the world that stick to me as I go through life. Like a creek on bedrock, they slowly shape me.
Sometimes its a lyric. Sometimes its a line in a book. Sometimes it might just be you.
Don't we all remember how it was, as a child, to enter a story innocently only to emerge at the other end utterly wrung out, red-eyed, and in some intangible way transformed?
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