Everything's cast in a blue-gray film lens, and the world has yet to rub its eyes and wonder what happened last night. There's a feeling of a sports bra and cheap gym shorts and a portable CD player and invisible fog and youth. I realize that I am merely the echo of everyone else around and before me - of people millions, centuries and yesterdays ago.
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