Oh, what I miss when I live in my head
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Moments appear suddenly, like shooting stars, magical and fleeting. I memorize the feeling, the light shared and now gone. Moments defy capture. They slip through the nettings of the mind. They leave a few tangible elements to be swept into a pile, words and photos, memories like an imprint on time. But when I burden myself … More Oh, what I miss when I live in my head