Sift select filter...listen!
I'm still finding myself listening to "Ever since you've been leaving me..." and "Sitting on a pebble..." almost every night. What else is that like? Being in a small child's body on a sunny day at the PX? Crossing a long parking lot. Looking at a grocery cart. The first grocery store I remember going to regularly as a kid had a violent image: a picture of a coin with a woman's head on it and an ax going through it. Price-Chopper! And, the day after tomorrow there will be firecrackers. I no longer get stomachaches at the sound of them. I no longer envision giant flaming square Saltine crackers rolling down hills when I hear that word.
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