Do you have moments when you’re suddenly, painfully struck by some glint of the past? You could be making a mug of tea at work; walking through a Duane Reade; writing a note; sitting somewhere, anywhere not exactly watching anything at all. For a split second you remember something ordinary but perfect. And when you are tugged back to the present you find a lump in your throat and have to close your eyes or blink, hard, for a bit.

But you’re thankful, because it wouldn’t be so hard now if it wasn’t so meaningful then.

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