Yet, memory is a strange companion, deciding, seemingly on its own, what will stay a lifetime, what will slip easily away, what will be with you in the morning, in mourning, and what will remind you of that joyous moment when you discovered you were never as lonely as you once believed, that we are all joined at the hip of the daily pursuit of something greater than simply ourselves, proudly freaks of nature, singing similar love songs. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright April 12, 2024, all rights reserved
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