It's funny how memories fade but the odd colors of dusk seem to revive them, don't you think? I remember when... oh, wait, was that even my memory? Or maybe it was your laughing red sneakers bouncing down the decrepit staircase into the belly of the shadowed cityscape...
Have you seen the old bookstore with the crooked sign? It's not on Main Street anymore, or maybe it never was. I swear I saw it last week when I was wandering through alleys on the fringe of restless dreams. Browsing through dusty tomes only to find the unspoken words whispering hysterically in languages I never spoke.
And there’s the park again. You know, that empty expanse where the fog scribbles tales of yesterday and tomorrow in the same breath. Kids play there, or at least they pretend with fragmented yesterdays, their toys flickering as specters of light.
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