Do you know how some memories are far away, barely clear in one's mind's eye? To the point where they may as well be called dreams? This was not the same. It made no sense, and yet I recall it clearly. A cognizance in which I /know/ I had been there, at some point in time. With such certainty that I would bet my life on it.
But I suppose that's what all individuals say, teetering on the edge of insanity.
[A bit of skewed humor rearing its head again? Why, yes.]
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But I suppose that's what all individuals say, teetering on the edge of insanity.
[A bit of skewed humor rearing its head again? Why, yes.]